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Yeah Chasing Chasing that bag, chasing that bag Chasing Whoo Aye Lil' fish Woke up this morning I had a ménage Loaded the foreigns I packed the garage We do it big like we back in the Stuy Maybe I'll sell if I rap and I lie Maybe I'll sell if I let niggas write it These niggas swagger jacking and they buyin' This for my niggas trappin' out them Hondas Tryna get designer, Gucci they attire Walk in this building, it's quiet I break a heart then I buy it I probably get her a Birkin I take that back, shit I'm lying I'm on the jet when I'm flying I'm in the Bentley, I'm wheelin' I'm in the trench with my niggas and I know the feeling to see 20 million Funny money niggas counterfeit I could tell you ain't been around the shit Like a swiper, when I got the black card Songtexte80 of them burners if they counterfeit Seen the money, and I know the sound of it It go (vrrrt vrrrt!) That's a lot of it Know that language that money machine clicking They been rap dissing, I ain't seen, niggas Know Omelly ready, I got Dean with us And that 7 on me, I got Leem with us Like that dirty dirty, how I lean niggas And wrist on subzero like freeze nigga Finish them niggas, yeah I put an end to them niggas I'm on the roof with that scope When I hit them little bitches like Remy my nigga You save 'em, we slay 'em Girl I ball Whip whip whip, whip it Me and your bitch in a Bentley Making it rain when she strippin' Hold up the umbrella like Bentley Fuck with a nigga that's righteous Call me Mr. East Coast I'm the tightest I remember when bedbugs was biting God bless me like a nigga got sinus Ooh, Holy Ghost, I'm a baptist Fucking them ratchets Might get a Met Gala actress Who give me the top when I slap it Feeling like DJ Khaled She grindin' on my dick getting careless Man I had to kill this beat, I'm a savage Meek Milly top 20 on the atlas Back in this bitch and you know we reloaded Look at the credits and tell you who wrote it I had that bitch on my dick and she rode it And she wouldn't speak to you niggas and you know it I'm out in Cali I'm looking for Khloe Kylie and Kourtney or maybe a Kendall, finesse with that swagger You know I'ma swindle you niggas don't get into shit that I'm into Shit that I'm saying will prolly offend you You acting rowdy like Bobby was with you You only talk when that molly up in you Man, you'll figure out when that tommy'll hit you Got bad bitches in the A, down in MIA, talking in the bay When I'm on the west, we ain't giving fades Cause I got the cake, Draco with the laser on it I hit her page, I'm on it I like her pictures for warning DM that bitch for the kill She answer back, I'ma swarm it Probably all be in Florida I put your bitch in that cool water Say I remind her of 2Pac 32 shots in my oowop She fuck me good, get a new Benz She keep it tricking a new shop Went to Miami on Monday By Tuesday I heard that them dudes shot I do not know about situations 'Cause I never ever talk to cops I will not speak if you made a statement Cause I know the do's and the do not's You save em, we slay 'em Girl I ball Look at the ride it's filthy Look at that shit man Earlier I was just standing there looking at this shit Like god damn There's really a Wraith, a Bentley, a Bentley, a Maybach and a bullet proof car This the shit i really be on you know what I'm saying It's the life Im really happy around like This is real shit Aus Songtexte Mania