Tellaheaux Goodbye - Chamillionaire

See I ain’t tripping, but I’m just saying

See a rapper and she tell you they had a little thang

Calling every player in the game by they nickname

See her with another baller when your ankle get sprained

Heard about me through hearsay

Then get up out of my damn face

I ain’t never had a hand out

That’s why I ain’t handing out hand shakes

Got no time for that pillow talk

Y’all feminine to my man ways

Love the ladies but I let them know

That my bank account is my man cave

If that’s what she doing for a fountain drink

Then what she doing for Ace of Spades

Giving knowledge like she skipped a grade

What’s yo GPA I’m gonna make it raise

Grease it up just like a taper fade

Treat my dick just like a razor blade

Cause when I pull it out she says it’s time to cut

I guess I should have came with a band-aid

Can’t assume, she came by herself, cause she telling you

That she lonely

Can’t assume, she just texting you

Cause she message you on that phone G

Can’t assume that she squeaky clean

Cause she let you see her get soapy

Can’t assume she came to see you

Courtside, and not to see Kobe

You can’t mess around with my homie

And turn around and rub on me

And tell your friends that I’m not the truth

Cause I didn’t wanted to get cozy

Holy Ma-tri-mony, with my cash Theres never adultery

Cause the same girl that’s laying on your chest

Will try to double cross you like rosaries

See I’m just sticking to the G code

I’m just worried bout me code

Soon as I see that she see through

I ain’t looking through the peep hole

I won’t pay for no peep show

I’m just trying to get deep dough

And than beat them beats up on beast mode

So you can watch them copy like Kinko’s

I know plenty G’s that do dope deals

And millionaires that got more mills

Smart enough to not give it up

To every pretty woman in heaux heels

I can’t give her no dough still

Her friends is saying I’m so trill

Killing y’all with my vogue wheels

And that’s what the hell I call road kill

Ok, be careful who you let kiss ya

Cause you know a player won’t miss ya

Just gonna ex you out of the picture

No lie, no lie, no lie

No lie, no lie, no lie

Say you know what I’ll do

I’ma tell that ho goodbye

I’ma tell that ho goodbye

When I know she ain’t true

I’ma tell that ho goodbye

I’ma tell that ho goodbye

Girl you know that we through

I’ma tell that ho goodbye

I’ma tell that ho goodbye

Yeah I’m talking bout you

I’ma tell that ho goodbye

Girl you know I stay fly as hell

Chicken heads that

All the birds are fly down south

So I’m still the man with that clientele X 2

I’ma tell that ho goodbye

I’m still the man with that clientele

I’ma tell that ho goodbye

I’m still the man with that clientele

I think you’re better off by yourself

I might go and purchase your broad a skirt

And let her get a new bra & shirt

And take your chick to my concert

And then let her get her star search

These just the same as these other rappers

We know it’s sweeter than starburst

I might throw a bone in your broad purse

I’ma eat with my dogs first

Big dog without any bark

I got plenty bite and know plenty sharks

Hit the lake and pull out the boat

And have chickens flocking like Noahs Arch

Know your work then know your part

Know your work then know your part

Not attracted to any chicks that know every player

That’s known to start

Hold up, I can’t be caught in no twister

I hope you’re fine as your sister

Cause if not I’m prolly gonna switch ya

No lie, no lie, no lie

I’ma tell that ho goodbye

I’ma tell that ho goodbye

Be on your way