Chorus   If being rich is bad for my health    Than baby im goin be ill forever    And im known to make ladies melt    U boys better (get on my level) x8    Cause your boy burn it up       Verse   Man that chrome plated woman in the hood steady hummin    Tha messiah who they summon and the mixtape king is coming    Better hope it’s the rap and not the split something on yo woman    Cause the only thing we got in common is the common denomin    Later a hater is less and never greater    From continent to continent I cross em like a fader    My garage full of RAAA yeah jaguars and gators    My hand were the okies goin land like the raiders    Grippen, Flippen which vehicle am I picken    Got a set of chrome feet and a bunch of beat about yo sticken    Lil kids stick their face on the frame and start licken    Still rollin the old school with the hood things drippen    Lady is gravy her hair is in the wind    The vehicle that’s older than your parents is a sin    My baby a lady got yellow candy skin    Open the garage and look in im like where should I begin    Driver name Rick I call him Ricky Retardo    He’s lost in the garage like a game of where is Waldo    Ask where he’s at and he’s like lookin for your Gallardo    Look in every spot but ive been lookin for an hour bro    Sweet tooth candy is on every single car no starburst    Rappers on the interior of my car flow    But im the rapper that stay burstin on that star though    That line went over there heads baby but yall know    Keep plenty chicks in the coup like a farm yo    Keep a car but I don’t ever see a car note    You O.J Simpson with those broads though    You like em white and skinny like a Marlboro    And I keep a chick on each arm like jack tripper    If she thicker im a picker if she not im a skipper    If I land on a island like the skipper    Than sex on the beach im a give her is not liquor    You can never think of a thought that is as throwed as me    Real got to be real got to know its me    Paper chasin we racin but you aint close to see    Im Chamillionaire but who the hell you supposed to be    Got a crib in LA so the Hollywood sign will notice me    Surprise sign knocking doors down is how you notice me    How many cribs really his somewhere over three    That real estate is Chamillions place lets show em B       Chorus   If being rich is bad for my health    Than baby im goin be ill forever    And im known to make ladies melt    U boys better (get on my level) x8