Paper Chase (feat. Rgb)

Lost in a paper chase, Ben Franks, save their face Cards that we're dealt, Ima play it like a Ace of Spades Sip till your sick, a fifth mixed with gatorade Been through the heartbreak from the money with no 808 Eyes on the prize, close your eyes or just stay awake Couldn't even tell that I'm an Asian cause I make mistakes Got me scheming for the money with these hundreds, great escape Lemme get this bread, get the eggs, like we making cake Like which one came first is it chicken or eggs? So I write and recite till I wish I was dead A slave to a corporate world blinging with chains Till I bloat then I float like the Michelin Man Money, I don't get it, society cannot forget it People think I'm pathetic, the ways I'm making bread and the means that we collect it, isn't the way you spend it "There's no money up in music", but I rap it like a present. F*ck em Turned my tap water to tequila like Jesus Catch me smoking mids out in Beirut Yeah I got the hits like babe Ruth Had to bump old Kid Cudi to erase you Water turn to dollars my drip trickling down Laughing to the bank, my shit tickling now All US dollars, still I stick with the pounds Money over god, got me kissing the ground She say she turned on by the piercings and the tattoos Polar bear toes the way I know that I be mad cool RGB smash jewels and bashfully bash fools They just mad around me cuz I know that the cash rules I been tested like a lab rat, you a sad sack New chick, used to smuggle Yayo in her asscrack Looking like IHOP, I'm all about the fat stacks Still getting pounds muthafucka, no hashtag One. Two. Three. Four How much money can you let go? One. Two. Three. Four How much money can you let go? One. Two. Three. Four How much money can you let go? I don't know. I don't know I don't know how much money I can let go I got bars like they golden, gas like petroleum Bags full of cash and the hostage we be holding They don't even notice, like a mask on his head Bounty full of riches, like it's cash on his head Cashing the check, at the moment, miraculous bread Out the toaster oven, Jesus Christ, cracking this bread Steady paper chasing, you get served napkins instead Tryna get these ones and zeros, jack in and you're dead And these Os are Percentage, hoes that be jealous It grows like it's lettuce, supposed to be a menace Controls the world we live in, holds the independence But f*ck what they about cause society ain't even get it So the money we be making, it don't make any sense We try to live accordingly to the shit that makes cents We can't take it when we die all you ladies and gents So the only thing we're wasting is the time that we spend. F*ck it I'mma dick her down, sipping on the liquor now I'mma different sound, shooter like I'm mister Brown Finesse your sister now, Xannies in my pitcher now Big waves on the richter, grammies in the picture now Booty like Ms. Chaisson Popping like a raygun Fronto gonna face one Shawty wanna say sum Banging like a steel drum Feelings I conceal um Apple store I steal from Knew I was a real one Better sit down, my performance isn't done Got a shortie in the front with a 40 and a blunt No I ain't the daddy I'm like Maury with the cum Shit, I been getting high that's according to my blunt