[Intro/Chorus - (Oh oh oh oh oh) mayne 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 boys ain't nothin (stop lyin) Stop lyin, you boys makin nothin (stop lyin) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Stop lyin, you boys ain't nothin If you ask me they all
- Chamillionaire] Yeah, see the sophomore comin (Oh oh oh oh oh), the definition of horror I don't need fake friends or your fake Hakuna Matatas (woo) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Osama, the Unabomber, Kevorkian, Dahmer Decided to get together, they never could do I'm a (Why are we...late) It's like every thought I think is equivalent to a If I lost 10 million, I'd into a baller (Oh oh oh oh oh) Money never smaller, taller than Jordan's father My be lookin pregnant, Ben Franklin gonna have a daughter Holla, if you mess with my dollars You'll be pissed on like 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 that look exotic You would think it's open bar how the water look Hypnotiq (Oh oh oh oh oh) I'm the "Million Man", my money movin "Bionic" Fast the month of what Ramadan do if you Islamic (yeah) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Bow down to the Mecca, the the kid is spotted like "hassa lamma lakem," the chick I'm with is a goddess (Why are we...late) And the broad is a foreigner like she Scottish I make sure the stay with a pedicure, keep 'em polished (Oh oh oh oh oh) Am I not the to come out of Houston Man be honest How my name in they mouth more than they 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, just think about it, success 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 into commas My crib so big in mileage, your mansion like a cottage (haha) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Uh, better not tell me you got it If you owe's the topic, if money you owe's the topic If money you owe's the topic, you come through and drop it Better pull outta your ass (outta your ass), like a colonic When ya fail, they all yell, so that y'all like some riots The crowd 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 ain't ask "Where Da Dollars At" (where da dollars at ) I could show you exactly where the stacks (Oh oh oh oh oh) I have you pacin, I'm navigatin, I'm a map Like mapquest with the moula, when it 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 life don't even feel fair (yeah) (Why are we...late) Pushin the chrome like I'm rollin on a My longer than the Bin Laden beard hair (Oh oh oh oh oh) I'm still up the game, do you hear the tear (tear) The world round and y'all still square (Oh oh oh oh oh)
[Outro/Chorus - Mixtape ... 3 (Oh oh oh oh oh) Nah, nah, nah, nah Most of these rappers nothin but lies (Oh oh oh oh oh) Nah, nah, nah, nah You can tell that they lyin you look in their eyes (Why are we...late) Stop lyin, you boys ain't nothin Stop lyin, you boys ain't nothin (Oh oh oh oh oh) Stop lyin, you boys ain't makin If you ask me all frontin ... (Why are we...late)