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ChaseTheMoney (Yeah) Fih, beep Beep, beep, beep (Beep, beep) (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney) Yeah, Kpreme, okay Yup, yup Dropped "Gucci Cologne," I caught fire (Yeah) Lightskin bad bitch, look like Mariah Now I know what you thinking Like when a nigga say, uh, nigga say, "Oh, my nigga a star" You know what I'm saying? It's like yeah, yeah, yeah But listen to me when I tell you this Sorry, I had to take a sip real quick (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney) Time's up for the fuck niggas and that's most of you niggas, to be honest I remember putting ten and ten together to get gas Long time from now, a lotta niggas you finna surpass, I mean Two hundred thousand in the Burberry bag, riding 'round in a red Ferrari like The Flash (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney) You know you more of a big brother than my big brother ever was Know I'll jump in front of a bullet for you without thinking I drop a bag on you without blinking C'mon, it's Boat Dropped "Gucci Cologne," I caught fire (Yeah) SongtexteLightskin bad bitch, look like Mariah Fuckin' that ho and she say that she tired (Bitch) My big homie trappin' like he on The Wire (Trap) Eyes real low like a nigga from China I spent a car on some fuckin' designer (Fih, beep) The shirt I be rockin', I bet you can't find it Your diamonds, they little, they minor (Little nigga) Dove in that bitch like a scuba diver She act like she wifey, I had to one night her (Bitch) Smashin' the 'Cat, I be burnin' the tire (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Freestyle shit, bitch, I don't do no cypher Don't fuck with these niggas, they outsiders I got an LV print on my lighter Look at that shit on my feet when I walk My diamonds gon' flirt, bitch, I don't gotta talk (Ice, ice) Three-five in a Backwood, that Shark (Shark) Fuckin' this LA ho on La Park (Bitch) Pussy was good, but I told her work on her arch Doing her wrong 'cause that bitch wasn't here from the start She give me good brain but this dumb ho ain't smart (Good brain) We flyin' private, I'm late to depart Sippin' that 'Tuss, yellow, I feel like I'm Bart (Kpreme) These niggas goofy like Kevin Hart (Goofy nigga) Shoppin' on Grailed, I got bands on my cart (Fih, beep) Ooh, I mix the Number (N)ine jeans with the Chrome Hearts We ridin' foreign, it don't need a key to start (Skrrt, skrrt) My niggas been down with this shit from the jump start My shooter, he keep a SIG, he got a jump shot (Brrr) Twelve gauge in the backseat, that's a pump-shot (Bah) She suck on my dick for so long, she got lip lock We smoke out the pound, fuck a Ziploc (Dope) Dropped "Gucci Cologne," I caught fire (Yeah) Lightskin bad bitch, look like Mariah Fuckin' that ho and she say that she tired (Bitch) My big homie trappin' like he on The Wire (Trap) Eyes real low like a nigga from China I spent a car on some fuckin' designer (Fih, beep) The shirt I be rockin', I bet you can't find it Your diamonds, they little, they minor (Little nigga) Dove in that bitch like a scuba diver She act like she wifey, I had to one night her (Bitch) Smashin' the 'Cat, I be burnin' the tire (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Freestyle shit, bitch, I don't do no cypher Don't fuck with these niggas, they outsiders I got an LV print on my lighter Look at that shit on my feet when I walk My diamonds gon' flirt, bitch, I don't gotta talk (Ice, ice) Aus Songtexte Mania