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  • [Intro]9 million, 10 million, 11 million, keep goin'
    Lets get it!
    It's Cooper
    G-g-gheaMixtake messiah to you[Chorus: Pimp C repeat 4X]
    I got money
    I got clothes
    I got whips
    I got[Verse 1]
    What if I said
    I was better than 50,
    Kanye, and
    WeezyWould you believe me or would you be mad like
    I'm talkin' greezy
    What if I said
    I was way better than all these little cheesyrappers on
    TV that really be makin' corny look easy
    You (E-Z Breezy) cover girls get your nails done by (Tyra)
    In the streets
    I'm on fire and that's until
    I retireI'm out entitled the mayor say
    I'm the mixtape messiah
    So you get fire than messin' none of you rappers for hire
    I don't admire none of y'all, plus
    I feel like
    I'm greater
    You wanna get served,
    I'm a waiter and bullets
    I got a platter
    Anybody jump fly
    I turn to a demonstrator
    Mayor label that pay you and manager ain't gonna save ya
    Not just the best in my city,
    I'm like the best on the planet
    I'm a god from above and the streets is just where
    I landedHaters all on my nuts, but ain't no need to panic
    That real estate is expanded because my nuts is gigantic[Chorus][Verse 2]
    Blitz your chips, they get tackled - doin' it like its no hassle
    Fourth and goal, but just know that
    I'm gonna be show boatin' after
    If my career ever died then rest of y'all gonna be bastards
    Because I fathered the baller rap style that y'all tryin' to master
    Chamillionaire lost, you dummy how is you soundin'
    SoundScan can't make my money, now
    I look like a mountain
    Where the haters?
    I'm scoutin' 'cause
    I be lovin' the doubtin'
    Just coordinate all the hatin' in start for my album
    Don't mix business wit pleasure,
    I just mix money wit money
    If I see Oprah oprachin'
    I bet she walk up in her ugly
    It's like
    I stuffed 'em wit cotton, they see my pockets is chunky
    Money is the root of all evil, they fill my pockets like
    ChuckyI'm gettin' rusty,
    I normally could make a thousand a minute
    But I've been slippin' my numbers is somewhere down in (?)
    We right back to the ground, they wanna hear the sound of me kill it
    It's gonna sound like an inauguration in time when
    I get it, get it
  • [Intro]9 million, 10 million, 11 million, keep goin'
    Lets get it!
    It's Cooper
    G-g-gheaMixtake messiah to you[Chorus: Pimp C repeat 4X]
    I got money
    I got clothes
    I got whips
    I got[Verse 1]
    What if I said
    I was better than 50,
    Kanye, and
    WeezyWould you believe me or would you be mad like
    I'm talkin' greezy
    What if I said
    I was way better than all these little cheesyrappers on
    TV that really be makin' corny look easy
    You (E-Z Breezy) cover girls get your nails done by (Tyra)
    In the streets
    I'm on fire and that's until
    I retireI'm out entitled the mayor say
    I'm the mixtape messiah
    So you get fire than messin' none of you rappers for hire
    I don't admire none of y'all, plus
    I feel like
    I'm greater
    You wanna get served,
    I'm a waiter and bullets
    I got a platter
    Anybody jump fly
    I turn to a demonstrator
    Mayor label that pay you and manager ain't gonna save ya
    Not just the best in my city,
    I'm like the best on the planet
    I'm a god from above and the streets is just where
    I landedHaters all on my nuts, but ain't no need to panic
    That real estate is expanded because my nuts is gigantic[Chorus][Verse 2]
    Blitz your chips, they get tackled - doin' it like its no hassle
    Fourth and goal, but just know that
    I'm gonna be show boatin' after
    If my career ever died then rest of y'all gonna be bastards
    Because I fathered the baller rap style that y'all tryin' to master
    Chamillionaire lost, you dummy how is you soundin'
    SoundScan can't make my money, now
    I look like a mountain
    Where the haters?
    I'm scoutin' 'cause
    I be lovin' the doubtin'
    Just coordinate all the hatin' in start for my album
    Don't mix business wit pleasure,
    I just mix money wit money
    If I see Oprah oprachin'
    I bet she walk up in her ugly
    It's like
    I stuffed 'em wit cotton, they see my pockets is chunky
    Money is the root of all evil, they fill my pockets like
    ChuckyI'm gettin' rusty,
    I normally could make a thousand a minute
    But I've been slippin' my numbers is somewhere down in (?)
    We right back to the ground, they wanna hear the sound of me kill it
    It's gonna sound like an inauguration in time when
    I get it, get it