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Earl on the beat ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney Kpreme Look at my wrist, it's a bustdown (Ice) This bitch wanna fuck 'cause a young nigga up now (I'm up) Glock on my hip and it came with the thirty round (Bah) Mail came in and it came with a hundred pounds (Hundred pounds) Water on my neck, a young nigga might drown (Ice) They treated me different when I was down (Kpreme) King of that flex shit, where is my crown? (Flex) When we in Magic, it's piles up on the ground When you get money, they wanna be 'round (Fih, beep) Ex-bitch see me on the 'Gram flexin', see me and frown Triple the bag and they asking me how (Triple it) I got the Louis V print on my towel Fuck on your bitch, I'm the one that she dial (Bitch) She can't stay away, she in love with my style I married this money, can't give you my vows (Fih, beep) Smokin' exotic, boy, put up that loud Chasin' that money, I need it right now (Fih, beep) After this tape, they gon' copy my sound (Kpreme) Ridin' with Capo and he got them pounds (Capo) I spent some racks just to walk on the ground (Fih, beep) The Louis V blanket, I drip when I lay down (Louis) SongtexteNiggas be mad we get to the bag, we got the Glocks and the K's 'round Havin' that Cali weed but I'm in A-Town She got a fat ass, I told her lay facedown (Bitch) Pack came in and I gave it the breakdown Workin' my way up, a young nigga stayed down (Okay) Had to cut off my dawg 'cause he act like a J now (Bitch) Burberry backpack, I don't do the Sprayground Don't stress about money, it come every day now (Fih, beep) One in the head, we call it the takedown (Bah) Look at my wrist, it's a bustdown (Ice) This bitch wanna fuck 'cause a young nigga up now (I'm up) Glock on my hip and it came with the thirty round (Bah) Mail came in and it came with a hundred pounds (Hundred pounds) Water on my neck, a young nigga might drown (Ice) They treated me different when I was down (Kpreme) King of that flex shit, where is my crown? (Flex) When we in Magic, it's piles up on the ground When you get money, they wanna be 'round (Fih, beep) Ex-bitch see me on the 'Gram flexin', see me and frown Triple the bag and they asking me how (Triple it) I got the Louis V print on my towel Fuck on your bitch, I'm the one that she dial (Bitch) She can't stay away, she in love with my style I married this money, can't give you my vows (Fih, beep) Smokin' exotic, boy, put up that loud (Woo, alright) Aus Songtexte Mania