[Intro/Chorus - (Oh oh oh oh oh) Chamillitary Most of these rappers tell nothin but (nothin but lies) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Nahhhhh, nah, nah, nah (woo, woo) You can that they lyin when you look in their eyes (Why are we...late) Stop lyin, you ain't makin nothin (stop lyin) Stop lyin, you boys ain't nothin (stop lyin) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Stop lyin, you boys makin nothin If you ask me all frontin
- Chamillionaire] Yeah, see the album comin (Oh oh oh oh oh), the definition of horror I don't your fake friends or your fake Hakuna Matatas (woo) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Osama, the Unabomber, Kevorkian, Dahmer Decided to get together, they never do what I'm a (Why are we...late) It's like every thought I think is to a dollar If I 10 million, I'd shrivel into a baller (Oh oh oh oh oh) Money never smaller, stacks than Jordan's father My wallet be lookin pregnant, Ben gonna have a daughter Holla, if you mess with my dollars You'll be on like your name was Isiah Thomas label took your album, threw it up in the air and they shot it (blaow) Now that the rap game is rotted, I gotta do somethin it (Why are we...late) I was mixtapes, while Dre was movin the "Chronic" Started movin millions, as Kanye's moved into "College" I can take ya overseas in the villas that exotic You would think it's bar how the water look like Hypnotiq (Oh oh oh oh oh) I'm the "Million Dollar Man", my movin "Bionic" Fast like the of what Ramadan do if you Islamic (yeah) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Bow to the Mecca, the minute the kid is spotted They like "hassa lamma lakem," the chick I'm is a goddess (Why are we...late) And the drop broad is a foreigner she Scottish I sure the feet stay with a pedicure, keep 'em polished (Oh oh oh oh oh) Am I not the best to come out of Houston Man be How come my in they mouth more than they orthodontist (Oh oh oh oh oh) If I say that I'm the best, then just that I'm bein honest If I say I'm filthy rich, then just that I'm bein modest (Oh oh oh oh oh) You doubt it, just think about it, gonna assist my promise I'm able to pull unlimited digits out of my (Why are we...late) My digits ain't got no limits, my digits turn into My crib so big in mileage, your mansion look a cottage (haha) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Uh, better not tell me you got it If money you owe's the topic, if money you owe's the If money you owe's the topic, you better come and drop it Better somethin outta your ass (outta your ass), like a colonic ya fail, they all yell, so that y'all sound like some riots The crowd goes wild, the "Victory's" been (Why are we...late) Platinum makes 'em be quiet, you wish that you had silence for 3 seconds] Not Gangsta Boo, I gotta ask "Where Da Dollars At" (where da dollars at ) I could show you exactly where the stacks (Oh oh oh oh oh) I you pacin, I'm navigatin, like I'm a map Like mapquest with the moula, when it come to that (Oh oh oh oh oh) Y'all tried to wish me out the spot, but I'm here Have to have cheated cause this life don't feel fair (yeah) (Why are we...late) Pushin the like I'm rollin on a wheelchair My money longer than the Bin Laden hair (Oh oh oh oh oh) I'm still up the game, do you hear the tear (tear) The world still round and y'all still (Oh oh oh oh oh)
- Chamillionaire] Mixtape ... 3 (Oh oh oh oh oh) Nah, nah, nah, nah Most of these rappers tell but lies (Oh oh oh oh oh) Nah, nah, nah, nah You can tell that lyin when you look in their eyes (Why are we...late) Stop lyin, you boys ain't makin Stop lyin, you boys ain't makin (Oh oh oh oh oh) Stop lyin, you boys ain't makin If you ask me all frontin ... (Why are we...late)