[Intro/Chorus - (Oh oh oh oh oh) mayne Most of these rappers tell but lies (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 boys ain't nothin (stop lyin) Stop lyin, you boys makin nothin (stop lyin) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Stop lyin, you ain't 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 need your fake friends or fake Hakuna Matatas (woo) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Osama, the Unabomber, Kevorkian, Jeffrey to get together, they never could do what I'm a (Why are we...late) It's like every thought I is equivalent to a dollar If I lost 10 million, I'd shrivel into a (Oh oh oh oh oh) Money never smaller, stacks taller than Jordan's My wallet be lookin pregnant, Ben Franklin gonna a daughter Holla, if you ever mess with my be pissed on like your name was Isiah Thomas Your took your album, threw it up in the air and they shot it (blaow) Now that the rap is rotted, I gotta do somethin 'bout it (Why are we...late) I was movin mixtapes, while Dre was the "Chronic" movin millions, soon as Kanye's moved into "College" I can take ya overseas in the villas that look You would it's open bar how the water look like Hypnotiq (Oh oh oh oh oh) I'm the "Million Dollar Man", my money "Bionic" Fast like the month of what do if you Islamic (yeah) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Bow down to the Mecca, the minute the kid is They "hassa lamma lakem," the chick I'm with is a goddess (Why are we...late) And the drop broad is a foreigner she Scottish I make sure the feet with a pedicure, keep 'em polished (Oh oh oh oh oh) Am I not the to come out of Houston Man be honest How come my name in they mouth more than orthodontist (Oh oh oh oh oh) If I say that I'm the best, then just know that I'm honest If I say I'm filthy rich, then just know that I'm bein (Oh oh oh oh oh) You doubt it, think about it, success gonna assist my promise I'm to pull unlimited digits out of my wallet (Why are we...late) My digits ain't got no limits, my digits into commas My crib so big in mileage, your look like a cottage (haha) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Uh, better not me you ain't got it If money you owe's the topic, if money you owe's the If money you the topic, you better come through 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 goes wild, the "Victory's" been decided (Why are we...late) Platinum 'em be quiet, you wish that you had some silence [silence for 3 Not Gangsta Boo, I gotta ask "Where Da Dollars At" (where da dollars at ) I could you exactly where the dollars stacks (Oh oh oh oh oh) I you pacin, I'm navigatin, like I'm a map Like mapquest with the moula, it come down to that (Oh oh oh oh oh) Y'all to wish me out the spot, but I'm still here Have to have cheated cause this life even 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 still round and y'all still square (Oh oh oh oh oh)
- Chamillionaire] Mixtape ... 3 (Oh oh oh oh oh) Nah, nah, nah, nah Most of these tell nothin but lies (Oh oh oh oh oh) Nah, nah, nah, nah You can tell that they when you look in their eyes (Why are we...late) Stop lyin, you boys ain't makin Stop lyin, you ain't makin nothin (Oh oh oh oh oh) lyin, you boys ain't makin nothin If you ask me all frontin ... (Why are we...late)