Money Chase Lyrics
Million dollars richer u can tell that by the picture/ coogi green twister so i'm smelling like the crop/ pop by the bucket, liquor by the pitcher/ bitches by the borough bet a bottle imma pop/ i'm giving y'all new styles, boy don't bite that hand/ your'e local as your corner, they know lloyd out Japan/ i'm too ghetto in a day bring the porno out a fan/ Mr Hefner swagger on auto i'm the man/ why your clothes still on? girl don't turn me off/ fly nigga, reason you already know the cost/ i'm a southside nigga from one hundred thirty fourth (134th)/ try hold all in my mind fly 730 porche/ i'm a stunner during the spring n summer/ you know i got the pussy from her if i got the number/ i ain nothing but a lover you can have her if u want her/ cause pretty bitches ain shit to me today i have another
[chorus]
We counting money all night, keep it G erday/ real nigga on sight, with my demons away/ i got beautiful bitch n i walk like i'm rich/ jus my morals and word, i don't break em for shit/ ain't no foot on the brake, now am making em sick/ you see the hood on my face, niggas want me to slip/ name a time and a place, i'll be in line for the race/ marijuan by the case and my mind on the money chase
[verse 2 - fabolous]
Failure's not an option, charlie sheen edition/never saw em like us, you prolly seen who isn't/ i'm hardly seen for dissing, i follow things up different/ masked up at your house Halloween tradition/ treat but never tricking, throw it in the bag/ bout twenty of em rose' moets on the the tab/ im up in perfections, where nobody's perfect/ but they pay attention, cause they know am worth it/ cash cures ADD, thats what the study show/ my nina give it up, i love that slutty ho/ uh, running your mouth like a bloody nose/ fake rapper, who does live what he flows/ call me bbm bad bitch magnet/ if she with me she's a fablous ad lib... nice/gettn to the money, final destination, why the hesitation?
[chorus]
We counting money all night, keep it G erday/ real nigga on sight, with my demons away/ i got beautiful bitch n i walk like i'm rich/ jus my morals and word, i don't break em for shit/ ain't no foot on the brake, now am making em sick/ you see the hood on my face, niggas want me to slip/ name a time and a place, i'll be in line for the race/ marijuan by the case and my mind on the money chase
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[verse 3]
Christian, louie, gucci, coochie like it just came out/ daddy was mack that suit me to take the same route/ counting money cut in coupe and thats what my day bout/ ghetto license plate says stupid, cuban chain out/ i'm shitting, n every diamonds sitting/ i spend a bunch a money on the vehicle i sit in/ when u start doin better everybody treat you different/ but i ain big on attention so the shit don't got me tripping/ i'm new dollars addicted, hundreds got my twitching/ cumming on your baby mama with the baby kicking/ flying down long island, full one eighty whipping/ pull the role reversal got the pretty ladies tricking/ blue... they dont make em like they use to do/ they see me slipping suicidal C notes like the musical/ don't matter they class i cut em like the students do/ fuck i care they beautiful macking is a usual
