[Intro/Chorus - (Oh oh oh oh oh) Chamillitary of these rappers tell nothin but lies (nothin but lies) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Nahhhhh, nah, nah, nah (woo, woo) You can tell that they when you look in their eyes (Why are we...late) Stop lyin, you boys ain't nothin (stop lyin) lyin, you boys ain't makin nothin (stop lyin) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Stop lyin, you boys ain't makin If you ask me they all
- Chamillionaire] Yeah, see the sophomore album (Oh oh oh oh oh), the definition of horror I don't need your fake friends or your fake Hakuna (woo) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Osama, the Unabomber, Kevorkian, Dahmer to get together, they never could do what I'm a (Why are we...late) It's like thought I think is equivalent to a dollar If I lost 10 million, I'd into a baller (Oh oh oh oh oh) Money smaller, stacks taller than Jordan's father My wallet be lookin pregnant, Ben Franklin have a daughter Holla, if you ever 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 'bout it (Why are we...late) I was movin mixtapes, Dre was movin the "Chronic" Started movin millions, soon as moved into "College" I can take ya overseas in the that look exotic You would think it's open bar how the look like Hypnotiq (Oh oh oh oh oh) I'm the "Million Dollar Man", my movin "Bionic" Fast the month of what Ramadan do if you Islamic (yeah) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Bow to the Mecca, the minute the kid is spotted like "hassa lamma lakem," the chick I'm with is a goddess (Why are we...late) And the drop is a foreigner like she Scottish I sure the feet stay with a pedicure, keep 'em polished (Oh oh oh oh oh) Am I not the best to out of Houston Man be honest 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 know that I'm bein If I say I'm filthy rich, then just know I'm bein modest (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 turn commas My crib so big in mileage, your look like a cottage (haha) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Uh, not tell me you ain't got it If money you owe's the topic, if money you owe's the If you owe's the topic, you better come through and drop it Better somethin outta your ass (outta your ass), like a colonic When ya fail, all yell, so that y'all sound like some riots The crowd wild, the "Victory's" been decided (Why are we...late) Platinum makes 'em be quiet, you wish that you had some [silence for 3 Not Gangsta Boo, I ain't gotta ask "Where Da Dollars At" (where da at ) I could show you where the dollars stacks (Oh oh oh oh oh) I you pacin, I'm navigatin, like I'm a map Like with the moula, when it come down to that (Oh oh oh oh oh) Y'all tried to me out the spot, but I'm still here Have to have cheated this life don't even feel fair (yeah) (Why are we...late) Pushin the chrome like I'm on a wheelchair My money longer than the Bin beard hair (Oh oh oh oh oh) I'm still rippin up the game, do you hear the (tear) The world still round and still square (Oh oh oh oh oh)
[Outro/Chorus - 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 they lyin when you look in eyes (Why are we...late) Stop lyin, you boys ain't nothin lyin, you boys ain't makin nothin (Oh oh oh oh oh) Stop lyin, you boys ain't nothin If you ask me all frontin ... (Why are we...late)