Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Got , by - Chamillionaire. Song from the album Mixtape Messiah 5, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.11.2008
Record label: chamillitary
Song language: English
I Got |
| 9 million, 10 million, 11 million, keep goin' |
| Lets get it! |
| It’s Cooper |
| Mixtake messiah to you |
| I got money |
| I got clothes |
| I got whips |
| I got |
| What if I said I was better than 50, Kanye, and Weezy |
| Would you believe me or would you be mad like I’m talkin' greezy |
| What if I said I was way better than all these little cheesy |
| Rappers on TV that really be makin' corny look easy |
| You +E-Z Breezy+ cover girls get your nails done by +Tyra+ |
| In the streets I’m on fire and that’s until I retire |
| I’m out in Tyler the mayor say I’m the mixtape messiah |
| So you get fire than messin' none of you rappers for hire |
| I don’t admire none of y’all, plus I feel like I’m greater |
| You wanna get served, I’m a waiter and bullets I got a plate of |
| Anybody jump fly I turn to a demonstrator |
| Major label that pay you and manager ain’t gonna save ya |
| Not just the best in my city, I’m like the best on the planet |
| I’m a god from above and the streets is just where I landed |
| Haters all on my nuts, but ain’t no need to panic |
| That real estate is expanded because my nuts is gigantic |
| Blitz your chips, they get tackled — doin' it like its no hassle |
| Fourth and goal, but just know that I’m gonna be show boatin' after |
| If my career ever died then rest of y’all gonna be bastards |
| Because I fathered the baller rap style that y’all tryin' to master |
| Chamillionaire lost, you dummy how is you soundin' |
| SoundScan can’t make my money, now I look like a mountain |
| Where the haters? |
| I’m scoutin' cause I be lovin' the doubtin' |
| Just coordinate all the hatin' in start for my album |
| Don’t mix business wit pleasure, I just mix money wit money |
| If I see Oprah oprachin' I bet she walk up and hug me |
| It’s like I stuffed 'em wit cotton, they see my pockets is chunky |
| Money is the root of all evil, they fill my pockets like Chucky |
| I’m gettin' rusty, I normally could make a thousand a minute |
| But I’ve been slippin' my numbers is somewhere down near infinite |
| We right back to the ground, they wanna hear the sound of me kill it |
| It’s gonna sound like an inauguration in town when I get it, get it |