Chamillionaire

Chamillionaire - Won't Let You Down (Texas Takeover Remix) lyrics

I'm up early in the morning thinking 'bout getting this money, all I know's I gotta get that paper

The hustlers told me that I gotta go and get it, now I'm gettin it the best way I know how

I won't let you down.

Yea!

Our time has come, and your time has passed

Get out the way while I grind for cash

Money in the bank, and the rest be stashed

When it's all done, I will not be last

Y'all know me, y'all gon' see

Ben Franklin is my homie

E-y-es is all on me,

So lay it down, like ballin' G

Naw, it can't be commercial, show 'em how to bring it to the streets for all my dawgs

Ridin' dirty, flyin' birdies, pop the trunk when I pass the law

Houston do we have a problem? Obviously the answers naw

Ball hoggers won't pass the ball, I'm a steal the rock and pass to y'all

I'm on the block around my clock tryna get it

If you get your pay I did it, got caught, gotta quit it

Got out, and got back up on my grind again

'Cause you gotta play the game if you trying to win

And hustle money ain't fo' sho' so I ain't trying to spend

'Cause the minute you come up, you're back down again (K-Ci: Back down again)

I promise I won't let you down momma,

When it's the first of the month, I'll be around momma

Pound for pound, ups and downs, but I'm still real

Chasing paper, money running like a treadmill

I'm just a G in the street game, we raise numbers

I never let you down, I never disappoint ya

I'm up extra early posted like a war soldier

My hustle hard, like I cut it with some baking soda

Heart of a gangster, to the grind man, I'm so committed

Lord knows if I see the paper, I'm a get it

I'm up early in the morning thinking 'bout getting this money, all I know's I gotta get that paper

The hustlers told me that I gotta go and get it, now I'm gettin it the best way I know how

I won't let you down, won't let you down

I won't let you down

H-Town, I got it on my back

Got 84s on the Cadillac

I stack stacks and stack plaques

(K-Ci: I won't let you down)

Ice age, we run the town

Ice age, we shuttin 'em down

As long as I make it multiply

(K-Ci: I won't let you down)

My new album is on the way

When you say my name, you say I'm paid

H-Town, we here to stay

(Mike Jones)

A millionaire, can you imagine that?

Two time plaques, can you handle that?

11 cars, can you handle that?

If you're lookin' for the south, you can tell 'em I'm home

On the block, you can tell 'em I ain't give it to the scum

Pick on the H, you can tell 'em they won't

When I pull a blast house with the roof half gone

If they come to get paid on the stands then I got 'em

Sit back, broke, call the strand that I'm not

Now in the hood, four times, tryna rock

Yea, I'm from the streets, now ya ready for the block

Mouth full of rocks, yea, money well blown

Every time I talk, they're already what's shown

Just because of rap, don't think I'm

I hop in all black, and still run up in your home

Trae the Truth I got hustle and flow

I do it for the boys tryna hustle school

Every hour, every day 'till my body gets sore

One hundred percent that my hustle is

The streets is talkin' and they tellin' me to go get that cake

No time to waste, I can't wait, 'cause I got bread to break

These boys is fake, bumpin' they gums, saying they paying dues

But they preoccupied up in the mall, buying their gals shoes

I'm motivated by the diamond chains and ice grills

The Johnny Dang watch on Cadillac on fo' with gravy wheels,

I'm cash collecting, still trill, chasing that dollar bill,

My appetite is never filled, but chasing after these meals, I gotta get it

I'm a hustler, you're a customer

Now I'm back in the streets, I got something for the fiends, baby

Whoa!

I won't let you down

Sundown 'till the sun up, you know big Bun up,

Tryna get his paper and his gun up, can't let these haters get one up

On me or try to run up. Gotta leave 'em gun up and get up,

You wanna get down get up, I'll leave you hit up and spit up,

So pay attention sit up, and keep your eyes on the target,(K-Ci:keep your eyes on the target)

That's Bun Beater the king, he be going the hardest,

Not only is the the trillest, but he's also the smartest,

Gangster slash rap artist, and he won't let you down (K-Ci: I won't let you down)

24/7, 3/65, tryna get bitches on our mind,

Houston, Texas, we ain't nothing but some go getters and some trend setters, and we staying on our grind

When they said down south rappers couldn't rap, now the down south rappers all across the map

representing my city, and I'm a wear it on my back, it's the future, god damn right, the south is back

And you know we ain't never really been nowhere, we always been here

You making music, and we stack big money and we act bad, all god damn year

Gotta give it to us, 'cause if not we gonna take it and never give it back, that's just how it's gon' go,

'Cause anyone mess with Houston, Texas for any damn thing change you can still count on Z-Ro

You cowards in cars, I be in jets

Google "Pimp C", I'm all over internet

The paint over the lack is so glass

UGK for life, I'm here to teach you pimpin' class

'Cause Im gettin my paper, reppin' my house

Say what I want to out my mouth

Fifteen years, I'm what it's about

Atlanta da south, that's no doubt

Pimp a snitch, you's a clown

Say my name, it's gon' go down

Rent your car, you rent your house

Kiss that gurl I been in ya mouth (HuH)

(K-Ci: I won't let you down)

Thanks to Rodney Smallz for these lyrics

Thanks to Houston All- Star for these lyrics

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