[Sample from "Foe Tha Love Of $" by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony] - w/ ad libs For the love of money - 3X
(*Beat changes to instrumental of Jay-Z's "Dead Presidents"*)
[Chorus - Sample from "The World Is Yours" by Nas] [Chamillionaire] Presidents to represent me (get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!) I'm out for dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me [I'm out for dead presidents to represent me]
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] Check it, that's why I put no people under my wing Welcome rain but still wonder what the thunder might bring I already did my thing, I will forever be king Take a look inside my pockets, such a devilish thing They say that money's the root, a tree's growin out of my pocket I pull a branch off it and try my best not to drop it (why?) 'Cause gold diggers watch and I like to call it boppin And I am not a Simpson/simp son but rest in peace to Cochran (Amen) You're rich man, they tell me this how it 'sposed to feel Haters try to hinder the hustle before I close the deal (fo' real) But it's off with your head homie, you know the drill Hang your body up from a ceiling and call it overkill (woo) Chamilli, I am the Alpha and Omega Stoppin me is like winter in Denver with humid weather Never, ever, ever, your head it could get severed (yeah) I got these haters sick, it'd be better to get better How do you possibly think you're reachin as high after me? Three times quicker, just call me the triathlete It ain't a thing that I did that I feel I can't repeat (what?) It ain't a thing that I did that I feel I can't repeat (okay) They spend their life to prove their realness to half a street Already lived your entire life in a half a week Destiny lookin fine, so I just smack a cheek And even when I'm not even tryin, another can't compete, yeah
[Chorus 2 - Sample from "The World Is Yours" by Nas] [Chamillionaire] - 2X I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!) I'm out for dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me [I'm out for dead presidents to represent me]
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire] Before I had a million, I talked a million into existence They say it pays off, well thank you to my persistence (you welcome) Look at the vehicle to see how well I lived it I keep a elbow on the rim like I was Vincent (Carter) Too bad you missed it, a decade already passed Already got everything that they said that I couldn't have (couldn't have) And now I don't even want it, look at it like it's trash One man's trash is another's treasure, so get a bag Apologies for all of the materialism But all the times that I didn't do it is when they didn't listen (listen) So now I sit and vision, times when my wrists didn't glisten Like I just want to go back but who the heck I'm kiddin? (woo) 'Cause if I did that, then you would never get mad I'd be tryin to get back to where I am in this rap So I just try to get cash and be done with the riff-raff And I swear a slut could never, ever get half (haha)
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(*Beat changes to instrumental of Jay-Z's "Dead Presidents"*)
[Chorus - Sample from "The World Is Yours" by Nas] [Chamillionaire] Presidents to represent me (get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!) I'm out for dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me [I'm out for dead presidents to represent me]
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] Check it, that's why I put no people under my wing Welcome rain but still wonder what the thunder might bring I already did my thing, I will forever be king Take a look inside my pockets, such a devilish thing They say that money's the root, a tree's growin out of my pocket I pull a branch off it and try my best not to drop it (why?) 'Cause gold diggers watch and I like to call it boppin And I am not a Simpson/simp son but rest in peace to Cochran (Amen) You're rich man, they tell me this how it 'sposed to feel Haters try to hinder the hustle before I close the deal (fo' real) But it's off with your head homie, you know the drill Hang your body up from a ceiling and call it overkill (woo) Chamilli, I am the Alpha and Omega Stoppin me is like winter in Denver with humid weather Never, ever, ever, your head it could get severed (yeah) I got these haters sick, it'd be better to get better How do you possibly think you're reachin as high after me? Three times quicker, just call me the triathlete It ain't a thing that I did that I feel I can't repeat (what?) It ain't a thing that I did that I feel I can't repeat (okay) They spend their life to prove their realness to half a street Already lived your entire life in a half a week Destiny lookin fine, so I just smack a cheek And even when I'm not even tryin, another can't compete, yeah
[Chorus 2 - Sample from "The World Is Yours" by Nas] [Chamillionaire] - 2X I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!) I'm out for dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me [I'm out for dead presidents to represent me]
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire] Before I had a million, I talked a million into existence They say it pays off, well thank you to my persistence (you welcome) Look at the vehicle to see how well I lived it I keep a elbow on the rim like I was Vincent (Carter) Too bad you missed it, a decade already passed Already got everything that they said that I couldn't have (couldn't have) And now I don't even want it, look at it like it's trash One man's trash is another's treasure, so get a bag Apologies for all of the materialism But all the times that I didn't do it is when they didn't listen (listen) So now I sit and vision, times when my wrists didn't glisten Like I just want to go back but who the heck I'm kiddin? (woo) 'Cause if I did that, then you would never get mad I'd be tryin to get back to where I am in this rap So I just try to get cash and be done with the riff-raff And I swear a slut could never, ever get half (haha)
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