Koopa Break Lyrics - Mix Tape Messiah 6 - Chamillionaire

Why the hell should koopa care [x3] 

Why the hell should koopa care [x3] 

Why the hell should koopa care if you don't think that's he the best 

Your opinions nothin' to me that means your opinion-less 

Got the charger transformin' growling it's like it's possessed 

Money come quick my American gon get expressed 

Why the hell should koopa care we ain't havin' naked sex 

You ain't tryna give me checks don't even hit me on the text 

So proud of his rap career really thinkin' that he fresh 

If you ever cross me your career is gon be fresh to death 

Now this chick that I just met 

Tellin' me it's 9 o'clock 

All these diamonds in my watch it's hard to read around the clock 

Talking all up in my ear notices the diamond rock 

You'd think I was signed ta block the way these brauds be on the joc 

Why the hell should koopa care call it paper call it gwop 

On the west they call it scrilla I just know I got alot 

Presidents inside my pock-et I pull obamas out 

Bet she secret service me like the police obamas got 

Now your time is runnin' out so is you fins ta ride or not 

Just need you ta let me break you off like a karate chop 

Karate chop bedroom door that got a lock 

Her man is gone she say she home alone like Maculley Caulkin 

I make your body rock and if you don't your money back 

She divin' for balls like the Shaq attack ta that's a rap 

Call me up to conversate bout where the dough exactly at 

I'll be on the line like you hear me with a hack a shack 

Got a confession, my wallet never zips closed 

Outta the city, my wallet gotta zip code 

Shout out to semi Hakeem is not a prince though 

Cause now I'm feelin' like a king the way I get dough 

Get mo, down to the flo, my rhyme finna blow, don't sound liek a ho 

Cause y'all be talkin' like some snitches the whole time finna know 

You know me I'm better with bread than Betty Crocker 

Got a safe could'ntfit alla my bread I got a locker 

How come every girl that get in my bed is not a bopper 

Every rapper that tell me he go fed is really ka ka 

Male groupie move around and quickly take a pic 

Or putcha wrist under the butter knife and make a slit 

I'm talkin' money cause I know it make my haters sick 

Open your mouth the barrel's big but I'm a make it fit