On the Grind Homie lyrics

[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Yeahhh!
It's Major Pain baby
Know what I'm talkin about?
Hahaha
Alright, let me get serious
It's Koopa!

[Hook - Chamillionaire]
I come through and show 'em how to do it (woo!)
And she like "boy you the truth" (you the truth)
And they like (yeah) "boy you the truth, you the truth"
And she like (hold up) "boy you the truth" x2

[Chamillionaire talking over the second part of the Hook]
So what I'm goin try to do is go a little fast
Then I'm a go a little slow
Switch up the style a little bit, know what I'm talkin about?
You ready?
I'm ready baby
Turn my headphones up
Here it go

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
I'm back to the bone, I feel like I'm the best
And they cannot contest when I'm kickin that mess
Cause your chick get undressed when she liftin that dress
Cause like Mannie, I'm Fresh when I'm flippin like flesh
Anybody that's on the 'net, sayin Chamillionaire ain't the best
Get off the 'D', get off the 'I', then let your keyboard figure the rest
Cause I impress my own self and only the man upstairs could judge me (judge me)
Retailers open to mixtape rappers, then they hug me (hug me)
I control the market, even bootleggers be lovey-dovey
Plus the necklace got 'em thinkin that Johnny The Jeweler's my buddy
Crash test the best, cause if you hate me than you's a dummy (dummy)
Give me a month, I bet you turn the opposite of chubby (chubby)
Every verse is crack and crackheads be sayin they love me
Mixtape Messiah 4, I bet that you become a druggie (woo!)
They sayin that money talks, you rappers better not make a sound (sound)
Walkin that major money me is none of these rappers is found (found)
Even the Mayor know my paper's enough to buy the town (town)
Plus the "Wheels of Fortune", so I'm a have to buy a noun (noun)
Every verse is a masterpiece, my money's still stackin like Master P's
Feeling like Mighty Mouse, the way I be takin flights to stack the cheese
Please, you better not make another sound
Yeah, yeah, I rep the Texas, they just "download my style" (style)
Walk into the garage (garage), pick any car in the room
She yells "Which?", like she was starin at the lady that's on the broom (broom)
Can't call it a fleet (why?), more like a platoon
Different car every day of the week from Fourth of July to June
Look at how they change they tune, who not player?
In the wind, I'm in Berlin, I notice you not there
Enter the code in the ATM it sound like AOL
Soon as I'm checking my account it tells me "you've got mail!"
Haha, merci beaucoup mon ami, who is cold as me?
Bet he French kiss the kicks, when they sticking on his teeth
French chick was in the whip, now she sittin on the street
She was looking fine 'til she ask if she could hold a G (haha)
Yeah, and if I want I'm a get it
And if I don't really want it, then it can leave, I'm a let it
Used to be +N Luv Wit My Money+, now I'm in love with my credit
Buy the bar with they dollars, I buy the building with debit
Uh, I hit that Harlem Nights (Nights), it's goin to prepare the storm
Look up to the roof, it's rain dear, feelin like Santa's home
Famous bet that he could leave out with the baddest one
Call her dot com, cause she lookin like she Amazon
Grand Hustle like T.I., and I got a hundred million more to go (go)
Boys in Texas D-E-Y, I know they know like Shawty Lo (Lo)
Little bourgie chick out the bank (bank), gettin check, yeah shorty know (know)
Check my bank account, bet it won't ever come up short of low
Whoa, they be like Koopa you so c*cky bro
Cause I did everything that they say was impossible
And I feel like a one man wreckin crew, what I need a posse for?
All this ice on me, it's like I got hit with a hockey throw
Duck, they say that they want to have fun
Feeling like "Silver Spoons" in the pool of the mansion
See you breast strokin in the nude and I had one
So I'm a (turn the camera on the pool) like Cam'ron
Had this chick in the crib, told me that I was difficult
Told me I should go back to the days when I had the glistenin too
Then she tried to tell me I should go back and rap with - Who?
Map of Louisiana (yeah), I bet you that she goin to get the boot (boot)
Koop, Mother Nature must of had a son
Cause I'm flyer than the roof in a gigantic storm
They say Mixtape Messiah's here, haters prepare to run
When you see me, greet me like (Cannon) cause I am a Don, huh