Chasing Cash

After all the money I made I'm still sittin' in the trap Hood ain't gave us nothin' Good, I don't know, i guess we trapped Don't want them bricks if They ain't stamped If they short, we bringin' it back Put my feet up in the Maybach She in the back, I'm relaxed I can't rap it if I ain't did it This shit facts Through my mans, you get my price If I don't know you, you gettin' taxed Straight flight to Oakland What you smokin'? This shit thrax We was probably done with it when you Start puttin' your weed in packs Got off the road, just made it back Man, that lil' shit you Flashin' ain't nothin' I lost that shit in craps And I still ain't done, nigga, back to back We just poured a pint in two Sprites It's just me and Smack Mix it with the 'za, it got me smacked Damn near missed my flight If you ain't chasin' cash, what you doin' Nigga? Get off your ass Have 'em put the cash in thе bag Pull off paper tag we heard about that shit You talkin' 'bout, nigga That shit makе-believe I'm in the spot right now It's full of 'bows Feel like it's Christmas Eve I pull up doin' two hundred in the whip Feel like it's Need for Speed My old-school cost a hundred Shit look like it's out a magazine All night servin' dope fiends Gone off Xans and lean cuz whip it It's gon' jump back like a trampoline I influenced all my niggas They say they feel it in my rap music I grew up around niggas cookin' dope This that crack music They ain't never went to class But they trap fluent We can speed there all we want But comin' back cruisin'