Lyrics Z–Ro – Denzel Washington

Intro: Chamillionaire
Money, Power and Fame like
Denzel Washington
Yeah

Hook: Chamillionaire:
Don’t try to knock the hustle cause you just wasting your time
I’m cooler than Denzel Washington with mine
I know I’m a playa (I know I’m a playa)
I know I’m a money making playa, so playa

Don’t try to knock the hustle cause you just wasting your time
I’m cooler than Denzel Washington with mine
(I know I’m a playa) I know I’m a playa
I know I’m playa so you haters, you just wasting your time

Verse 1: Chamillionaire
I keep that wallet with the ward so I’m ridin’ with the noise
Plus the clip is fully loaded it’s thee inside of my garage
Cars, look at all my broads if you try to see the stars
Find me, and you goin feel like you done find your way to mars
The paper punctuated, yeah that’s the new philosophy
A G I gotta be on top of that like an apostrophe
Fame must have got to me, confidants has got to be
I autograph myself, write a check and make it out to me
Beggers can’t be choosers (choosers) go and get a ruler
Chain extra long like Will Chainalin’s majulia
Other known as Koopa, ain’t nobody cooler
Brain is a thang and she love to be my tutor

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Verse 2: Z-Ro
I’m done so my criminal record ain’t clean (your record ain’t clean)
That’s why I’m paranoid around police (looking out for the police)
I’m a superstar but I’m still street (we know we goin keep it street, street)
I got that gun under my seat, so don’t agitate me, in the blink of an E.Y.E. you will become a memory
Dang, I would never have my gun on safety
Cause I been feeling the strangest feeling lately
(Chasing money you know them haters hating)
With 300 is cool but I won’t say that
It ain’t nothing fragilite bout me
Five duece hoover seats, R.I.P.
(And can’t no woman get no money out of me)
Unless it’s Grandma, Nortey or auntie
I still representin’ S.U.C.
(And I’m a hold it down for Chamillitary)
When I meet up with 2Pac and Pimp C
And when I’m gone they goin stare up at my cheese

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Verse 3: Chamillionaire
You do what I do then you would know what’s in my bank account
And you would know why those that talk too much then we ain’t hangin’ out
Raspy running the traps and I ain’t hangin’ around with Danger Mouse
Walking in the Forbes, could of swore I heard my name announced
They talking about no doe but wondering why I’m so rude to you
I only talk that dolla, talk that digit, talk that nume-rule
Chill with all that gossipin’ this business as usual
Ben Franklin passed away and I was present at the funeral
He breaking in my house (dawg) I hope that what you ain’t about
I keep a Mike Vick, so I hope you good at breaking out
Breaking in my vault (No) I hope this heater make you doubt
I got the right to think that I’m the best because I paid the cost

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