It's On

3 million 4 million 5 million
Haha we gone need a money exchange
It's on it's on it's on it's on

September 18th the album is done baby
Yeah Ultimate Victory
Uh Mixtape Messiah I'm on fire
And you know this man

I'm so tired of getting cheddar
My cheddar be getting mad
I told my cheddar chill
Money hid inside my stash
I'm so far into the future
I can't even see the past
I'm the ish baby maybe give a baby diaper rash
So greedy that my hand
Look like it's in need of cash
I'm so greedy that my hand
Look like it's been eating grass
Want to see the zoo
You don't even need a pass
The wildlife in my garage
How can you not see the jag
You think you can stop my cash
And I'm ma tell you how
9 1 1 are the snitch buttons on the dial
I put so many jewels on the table on a tile
To push all the ice off
You gone need a snow plough
I be drilling it and killing it
Like Jason in a mask
Man this idiot done asked me
If Texas rap will last
And Roscoes chicken and waffles on the table acting fat
Or in the middle of Mr Chiles
Putting a table on my town
That means I ain't local
So don't ask me bout a grill
I am untouchable so don't ask me how I feel
Real people ain't have to say it
So don't ask me if I'm real
Make a girl squeal
Have her acting like a seal
I turned on the news
Paris Hilton going to jail
I got gold diggers in jail
That say protection is for sale
I know me having money
Is the truth cause my deal
Just talked looked at me like
You you God hail
My money is my money
My money ain't a little
I open up the safe
And there's money in the middle
The victory is coming
For now here goes the riddle
What's a 170 thousand
In the color of a skittle
What is it what is it
The candy stuff I live it
Just look in my garage
You can't even say what isn't
A digit a digit then add another digit
The bank is like my homie
So the safe is what I visit
So listen Chamillionaire is about to snatch the crown
No matter of fact just rewind it back
Cause I've already got it now
I'm so grown up and rap is like a child
When I'm talking hope you ain't talking back
Before I lift my hand and pow
My style's versatile
No copy in my style
The printer of my ink
You gone make a copy how
That's suicide better call a gravedigger now
He'll be digging a hole in your back yard like a child
Soul got karma Hip Hop got calm
Tell the Internet stands
That I said I'm number one
My victory is done
Who's sick It's me it's none
I'm getting at everybody
Like super head's tongue
My nuts weigh a tonne
They bigger than your gun
No homo but my flow's so good I think I'm bout to cum
Uhh can't prevent it global warming
Know what I'm talking bout
Haha I think its bout to start storming
I whip you at your show
But wait tilI you finish performing
I show up at your residence
While roosters is yawning
Like Phoenix Arizona
Nuts in the morning
I at your crib early giving juice to your woman
Like H-Town Texas I know Hollywood boys
That can hit a golf ball
In the sky with good points
I watch homer flicks but ladies get moist
I'll make a girl scream and sound like it's a good noise
Rappers bow down to the sound of my voice
I'm the rapper that you picking and the south good choice
Got big Tonka trucks that don't sound like toys
And I got homeboys with five 9's like Royce
You choice better be stinging like a Cobra
When my homies get it popping like a soda
Cola if your not Chamillionaire then it's over
Top of the charts I'm ma hit it like a Cobra

September 18th