[Repeat - x2]
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Chamillitary Mane... Are you ready?
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[Verse 1]
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Yeah, yeah
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A couple of clowns in the town, run around, they used to be down
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But it's build, check what you speaking, watch how you're using your nouns
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Can make a million from home, making moves from my lounge
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Hard to play captain save her cause them dudes is usually drowned
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If you gon' hate, you at least could wait til it get to the chorus
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You my promotional team, them boys my biggest supporters
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Reside in Houston but they pay me to make a switch like the oilers
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Toured a crib like a tourist, my yard look like a forest
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Time to get a Thesaurus, they at a loss for words
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They can't pronounce what I'm in, they like "All them cars is yers?"
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I got cars with curves, treating all my cars like birds
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The fleet is a flock and the engine starts like "brrr"
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Welcome to the place where the music is slowed and choppy
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The writers that wrote about me
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Said that I wouldn't sell and the major label was gonna drop me
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I make money moves and the population is sure to copy
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When I need a favour I'ma call Ben Franklin like I know you got me
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[Hook]
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Haters was hating, they thought that I wouldn't last
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But I'm still on the grind, I can see why they mad
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Cause I'm still countin' my cash (still countin' my cash)
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I'm still countin' my cash (still countin' my cash)
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I'm still countin' my cash (still countin' my cash)
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I'm still countin' my cash so do the math
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They knocking my hustle, they saw me coming up fast
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But I'm still getting mine, can't do nothing but laugh
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Cause I'm still countin' my cash (uh)
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I'm still countin' my cash (still countin' my cash)
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I'm still countin' my cash (still countin' my cash)
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I'm still countin' my cash so do the math
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[Verse 2]
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This is for everyone who be acting like a Grammy made me a winner
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My hunger did it so do me a favour and make me a dinner
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Eating cakes at the lima, they gon' hate when you enter
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Pockets swollen, I'm holding up monkey jeans with suspenders
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None of these rappers is real, cause if you real then you dodging me
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Ain't bumped into one that's even halfway as real from what I can see
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I extend middle finger and don't extend an apology
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Shows getting me paper, sales getting me property
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Guess I'm good at monopoly, taking over the game
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Trynna hold so much paper that my arms and shoulders just stain
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Ain't smoking or drinking but I'm thinking what being sober will bring
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You got a hangover in the morning but I'm hanging over in Spain
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Fifty thousand through customs, I know you isn't accustomed
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Cause money talks and your pockets look like an end of discussion
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So hitting my head on the ceiling from money getting is nothing
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I stand on top of my paper and probably get a concussion
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I know the...
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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Remember that little apartment, we was laughing at Martin
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Now the Martin's the aft and the one we passing is ???
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And proper tags with bargains, the card is black what I'm charging
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Grind out of this world, I'm chasing ground like a Martian
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A hustler that really ball, your purchase is pretty small
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Your money is minimal, my crib is a mini mall
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And if it ain't really large, my bidness gon' get resolved
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I feel like they fake and the boys is fighting for pennies dog
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Yeah, I'm a hustler
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Yeah, I'm a hustler
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Yeah, I'm a hustler
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Gotta keep my hustle up
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Yeah, I'm a hustler
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Yeah, I'm a hustler
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Yeah, I'm a hustler
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You know that I hustle for the
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M-O-N-ey
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M-O-N-ey
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M-O-N-ey
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M-O-N-ey
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I ain't even gotta say why (say why baby)
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She asked me why I'm missing and I (I'm out on the grind)
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Cause the reason is that I'm on my grind
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[Hook]
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Still Countin' My Cash
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| Chamillionaire |
