Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song International Money, artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Mixtape Messiah 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.04.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: chamillitary
Song language: English
International Money |
Say man don’t you own me some Euros, or some Pounds or something |
I could of sworn I let you borrow some international money |
At that McDonalds overseas Man! |
It’s all good we got passports to get in |
Respect my turf in the underground circuit I’m like the owner |
But I let others borrow it, you can call me the loaner |
Want that back, I’ma empty and give a rapper a told yall |
Show my dough at his show and take it right back when it’s over |
Plus my price on my Bentley is flawless you be the voter |
You can vote for me and convince a friend, yall can both be promoters |
Who of known that my movement was about to bugle like soda |
Should of known, the minute I sign the deal it was over |
The Smell of softtop is out, wake you up from your coma |
Want to go international? |
I’ma take you there from the coner |
Yea… money's like grass, Ain’t got the loot for the grower |
You can trust that I’m the one that brain feels like Homer (doh!) |
Never really been good in poker, but I’m the opposite of joker |
If he choking, then I’ma choke him like a smedium choker |
If you think I won’t stop him, I got a show like Opera |
I get off and leave an impression on him just like a sofa |
You ain’t even the mini me, mini mouses with many houses ¿infemening? |
many blouses |
Yall boys better get me out this, more than I’m in |
I heard that failure wasn’t an obstacle |
I put two shots and fill yall, and I yell out failing is impossible |
Telling me what they finna do, gonna do, what they gots to do |
Live from the G-5, that noise that you hear on top of you |
Top of you like the cops will do, …when you resist arrest |
I ain’t tired, so I don’t sleep, I just resist arrest |
Pop the CD inside your deck and just resist arrest |
Cuz another is just another nigga, this is the best |
And I don’t two-step partner, 10 vehicles dirty dancing |
Let me know when I’m major pain, soon as I step off the Phantom |
Thinking it’s Flavor Flav when they look at the mansion |
Ain’t got to be cute, I got loot, so they accept me as handsome |
And I’m close to the edge, I’m near the cliff like a hugstable |
Just like Cliff Hugstable, you’ll need a doctor adjusting you |
Pull the floor off from under you, like the ish was adjustable |
And I hope that you falsifiers can afford a deductible |
And I couldn’t tell yall nothing but other rappers and their deals |
But I got that fire, they false alarming with day-drills |
I just got paid and holla at Johnny |
Got a brand new chain, with the block stunning |
On the fresh set of swangs, making that money |
And I’m sitting sideways, sideways, sideways |
With my trunk going boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom |
You hear my trunk going boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom |
(Ultimate Victory… March 27) |
You here my trunk going |