Roll Call Reloaded by Chamillionaire
[Song borrows the beat from Bun B's "Get Throwed"]
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Sorry but I'm real busy mayne
Grindin, I'm in the streets gettin change
You can leave a message after the tone (tone, tone, tone, tone, tone, tone)
But I hope that it's 'bout money mayne
I don't wanna hear no other thang
Or you can go ahead and just hang up the phone (phone, phone, phone, phone, phone, phone)
[Verse 1: Chamillionaire - imitating Pimp C]
Uh, got a chip in my phone, I stay talkin free
If it ain't 'bout money stop callin me
Leave me alone if you ain't talkin G's
If your name ain't on a damn caller ID (caller ID)
Uh, you ain't even much, really fittin to talk to me
I keep it pimpin so don't talk to me
If it ain't 'bout business, cause talk is cheap (talk is cheap)
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire - imitating Slim Thug]
Ha, we boss hoggin and makin paper, your stock's fallin (cheah)
Get money, then get more, while y'all stallin (stallin)
I just bought 'em, them fos swang, ya saw crawlin
Ha, money talks, if you not talkin, then stop callin
[Verse 3: Chamillionaire - imitating Z-Ro]
Try me just one time, I show you the proof
I got a bunch of Reggie Miller niggaz ready to shot
Get hauled off with the sawed off, he called Snoop
Tall, skinny, yippy, small nigga, turquoise blue
[Verse 4: Chamillionaire - imitating E.S.G.]
All the way to Louisiana I know you gutter niggaz feel me
I keep a loaded heater that's a auto and a semi
I'm ridin in a big truck, I know that auto got a hemi
I'm blowin purple stuff, that's purple stuff up in my kidney
[Verse 5: Chamillionaire - imitating Killa Kyleon]
Run it, hey
Lookin at the game, it's like I need some more spitters
When they sayin lyricist they only sayin four niggaz (run it)
Tired of you muggin me like you a born killer
I'll wrap the beef up for ya like a tortilla nigga
[Verse 6: Chamillionaire - imitating Big Moe]
Hey, naw, naw, just tryin them doors is on swangs
Still crawlin low, roll master on swangs (roll master on swangs)
Sippin and pour, I stay sippin that drank (drank)
'Til it get low and then I fill it up mayne (may-ne)
[Verse 7: Chamillionaire - imitating Willie D]
I'm ready, I don't play, hey
Freaky deaky, freaky deaky, she know how I go
Hard for the pesos, my car goes and they sure to follow
Gonna let her follow as long as that heffa know my motto
I know you over the head with a bottle if your wallet hollow
[Verse 8: Chamillionaire - imitating Bushwick Bill]
Your mind playin tricks if it's not me your askin for
I leave 'em stranded, beggin, pleadin, they ask for more
Under 5 feet but yeah, I'm your master broad
Visa, American Express, even your MasterCard
[Verse 9: Chamillionaire - imitating Magno]
It's magnificent, look at that
Eye candy sprayed on my dash
Stacey Dash was the month before last
I replace the dash and she can't be mad
[Verse 10: Chamillionaire - imitating Lil' O]
Your talkin 'bout the south and close your mouth they should, yeah
Hope your ghetto pass throughout the south stay good, yeah
Ridin candy red, I'm on that south braised wood, yeah
Pull up to the curb, break 'em off and rake hoods, yeah
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