Chamillionaire: It's on

[Intro]3 million, 4 million, 5 millionHaha, we gon' need a money exchangeIt's on, it's on, it's on, it's on...[Talking over chants of "It's on"]September 18th, the album is done babyYeah! Ultimate Victory!Uh, Mixtape Messiah, I'm on fireAnd you know this man...[Verse]I'm so tired of getting cheddar, my cheddar be getting madI told my cheddar chill, money hid inside my stashI'm so far into the future, I can't even see the pastI'm the ish, baby maybe give a baby diaper rashSo greedy that my hand look like it's in need of cashI'm so greedy that my hand look like it's been eating grassWant to see the zoo? You don't even need a passThe wildlife in my garage, how can you not see the jag?You think you can stop my cash, and I'ma tell you how9-1-1 are the snitch buttons on the dialI put so many jewels on the table on a tileTo push all the ice off, you gon' need a snow ploughI be drilling it and killing it like Jason in a maskMan this idiot done asked me if Texas rap will lastAnd Roscoes, chicken and waffles on the table, acting fatOr in the middle of Mr. Chiles, putting a table on my townThat means I ain't local so don't ask me bout a grillI am untouchable so don't ask me how I feelReal people ain't have to say it so don't ask me if I'm realMake a girl squeal, have her acting like a sealI turned on the news, Paris Hilton going to jailI got gold diggers in jail that say protection is for saleI know me having money is the truth cause my dealJust talked, looked at me like "You, you God, hail"My money is my money, my money ain't a littleI open up the safe and there's money in the middleThe Victory is coming, for now here goes the riddleWhat's a 170 thousand in the colour of a skittle?What is it? What is it? The candy stuff I live itJust look in my garage, you can't even say what isn'tA digit, a digit, then add another digitThe bank is like my homie so the safe is what I visitSo listen, Chamillionaire is about to snatch the crownNo matter of fact, just rewind it back cause I've already got it nowI'm so grown up, and rap is like a childWhen I'm talking, hope you ain't talking back before I lift my hand and pow!My style's versatile, no copy in my styleThe printer of my ink, you gon' make a copy how?That's suicide, better call a gravedigger nowHe'll be digging a hole in your back yard like a childSoul got karma, hip-hop got ?karm/calm?Tell the Internet stands, that I said I'm number oneMy Victory is done, who's sick? It's me, it's noneI'm getting at everybody like Superhead's tongueMy nuts weigh a tonne, they bigger than your gunNo homo but my flow's so good I think I'm bout to cum...Uhh, can't prevent it, global warmingKnow what I'm talking bout? Haha I think its bout to start stormingI whip you at your show but wait til you finish performingI show up at your residence while roosters is yawningLike Phoenix Arizona, nuts in the morningI at your crib early giving juice to your womanLike H-Town, Texas, I know Hollywood boysThat can hit a golf ball in the sky with good pointsI watch ?Homer? flicks but ladies get moistI'll make a girl scream and sound like it's a good noiseRappers bow down to the sound of my voiceI'm the rapper that you picking and the south, good choiceGot big Tonka trucks that don't sound like toysAnd I got homeboys with five 9's like RoyceYou choice, better be stinging like a CobraWhen my homies get it popping like a sodaCola, if your not Chamillionaire then it's overTop of the charts, I'ma hit it like a CobraSep-tember-eight-teen