"umm... that boy throwed (that boy throwed)
Maann that boy throwed
(I'm talkin' bout... chamillitary boys be puttin' it down)
Umm that boy throwed (grammy's, ringtones... wateva) man"

"if bein' rich is bad for my health, then baby I'ma be ill foreva
And I'm known to make ladies melt
u boys betta' get on my level"

"get on my level" (get on my level) [x4]
"cuz ya boy burnin' up"

"maann... that chrome plated woman
on the hood steady humin'
The messiah is who they somin'
then the mixtape king is comin'
Betta hope is to rap
and I just blessed sumthin' on your woman
Only thing we got in common... is the common donomin'

Nata', a hata', is less and neva' greata'
From continent to continent I crossem' like a fada'
My garage fulla' rawer... yea jaguars and gata's
My hand is where the oak is gon' land like the raiders

Grippin', flippin', which vehicle am I pickin'
Gotta' set of chrome feet and a buncha'
beatem' by the stickin'
Little kids stick they faces on the frame and start lickin'
Still roll in the ol' school with tha' hood thang srippin'

Lady... is gravy... her hair is the wind
That vehicle that's older than your parents is a sin
My baby... a lady... got yella' candy skin'
Open tha' garage and look in
I'm like where should I begin'

Driva' named rick... I call him ricky' retardo
Get's lost in the garage like a game of "where is waldo"
Ask him where he's at and he's like
"lookin' for your gallardo"
Looked in every spot but I've been lookin' for a hour bro'

Sweet tooth candy is on every single car no
Starburst rappers in the interior of my car flow
But I'm the rapper that stay burstin' on a star though'
That line went ova' they head baby but ya'll know

Keep plenty chicks in tha' coup like a farm yo'
Keep a car but ion't eva' see a car note
You o. j. simpson with em' broads though
You likem' white and skiny like a marlboro

And I keep a chick on each arm like jack trippa'
if she thicka'
I'ma picka... if she not then I'ma skip her'
If I land somewhere on a island like the skippa
The sex on the beach that I'ma give her is not liquor

You could neva' think up a thought that's as throwed as me
Real recognize real... ya gotta notice me
Paper chasin' we racin' but you ain't close to see
I'm chamillionaire but who the hell are you suppose to be?

Bought a crib in l. a. so the hollywood sign would notice me
Surround sound knockin'
the do's down is how you know it's me
How many cribs really his? somewhere over 3
That real estate is chamillion's place
let's just show em' g"

"if bein' rich is bad for my health
then baby I'ma be ill foreva
And I'm known to make ladies melt
u boys betta' get on my level"

"get on my level" (get on my level) [x4]
"cuz ya boy burnin' up"

Ya boy burnin' up for real mayne
I'm talkin' bout... tippin' down, popped up wide open
Boys comin' through, fly rides, cars, candy colors, exotic
Know I'm talkin' bout? h-town still holdin'
That boy chamillion gonna hold it down

Hah