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Still chasing them hoes Woke up in the days each all in my face Wanting on my moneys I gotta get paid Doin' my the jace when I hit the streets Who's gotta get paid Baby gotta eat oh oh I'm on the paper chase, paper chasin' oh oh I'm on the paper chase, paper chasin' Racks I'll be chasin I ain't chasing these hoes Focus on this money I'm just getting this dough oh oh They talking money no I'm speaking fluent If you're talking lawyers let's keep it Jewish If it's dropped top let's keep it ruthless If you talkin' promise you know we get stupid If I'm sleeping I dream on If I sleep then my team on Niggas beefin' out in the streets Money puttin' the beam on Quadruple with that racing pal, yeah Yea, I'm master of the face and black Some of team just to make you back And all that damn try to make you stack SongtexteMy bitch in Atlanta, get money, bring the hammers Once she talking and understand her She give me brand and call it country grammar And I'm getting bread, all kind of dough While I'm getting' head I'll be countin' dough Fuck the feds, I'm a drown in dough And my trunk look like it ain't my top In this pump just might gonna shake that block I want this done so unlace the watch Hundred carrots, no bunny rabbits Motherfucker, this straight up box Woke up in the days each all in my face Wanting on my moneys I gotta get paid Doin' my the jace when I hit the streets Who's gotta get paid Baby gotta eat oh oh I'm on the paper chase, paper chasin' oh oh I'm on the paper chase, paper chasin' Racks I'll be chasin I ain't chasing these hoes Focus on this money I'm just getting this dough oh oh I'm just tryna get it how I live shawty I'm just tryna eat, who got a pill for me? My baby need a crib homie Better yet, my baby need somewhere to live broadie Ridin' 'round with that thorny Pistol talk 'til I point it Give it up when I want it Give everything out of this joint Got a body on the floor A body on the court Body at the starters screaming murder that you wrote wut Is you who from? 'Cause I ain't going in until my bill's done My bills gotta be paid up Post cup, laid up till I count this paper Gotta get my cake up, baby need some peppers Hoes want shopping spree I guess I'm nigga Going on the ride sprays 'Til I get a jace Tell I bring home a hundred G's I'm a rubber nigga for a hundred piece Woke up in the days each all in my face Wanting on my moneys I gotta get paid Doin' my the jace when I hit the streets Who's gotta get paid Baby gotta eat oh oh I'm on the paper chase, paper chasin' oh oh I'm on the paper chase, paper chasin' Racks I'll be chasin I ain't chasing these hoes Focus on this money I'm just getting this dough oh oh Aus Songtexte Mania