Relax Chamillionaire (Ft. J. Holiday)

[Intro:J. Holiday Chamillionaire]
Chyeah
Chamillitary mayne (Relax. Relax)
From Texas to DC, baby (Relax. Relax)
Chamilionaire. J. Holiday
That's the reason I come home, baby
(Relax. Relax)
Let's go, whoo!

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
How could you be lonely
They don't really know me
Comfortable as ever like my hustle got us cozy
Bottles lookin' Rosey
Bags with the gold G
Poppin' tags while we photo choppin' like Adobe
Cool as Obama
All the drama was the old me
If these walls could talk
They would say how they don't know me
Always on the road
No home could ever hold me
Success is like a drug
And I feel like I'm 'bout to OD
Nah, you don't run around
Acting like you own me
Wait til I get home
Then you gonna put it on me
Look at how we balling
Benchwarmer to a Kobe
Look at how they call
Like voicemail is what they owe me
But they just some rookies and you know that you an OG
After clocking out you know exactly where I'm gone be
You know how the road be
Groupies hoppin' on the sack
But guess who's back to give you the business