Chasing the Money

Chasing Money ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney All I know how to do is chase the money N*gga you can go and ask ChaseTheMoney First time we met I had a gaffle on me 30K all blue and pink on me, what the f*ck did they think(dummy) Used to sip the green, ten dollar line, now my cup be pink Just a young n*gga chasing money, I can’t let em take it from me(nah) Used to treat him like he family(f*ck em) Then he start stealing from me(boom) N*ggas fold when that pressure come, n*ggas start linking wit anybody If you cross me just know I ain’t forget about it, I’m chasing money and hear about it B*tch wanna speak on my name and talk down, cause she need some attention Same hoe all in my mentions, probably just mad, because I ain’t buy her extensions(F*ck that) But I bought me some extensions, three for the glocks, but the chop got that shit in it Heard that boy pockets got lint in it, I don’t want the b*tch if my n*ggas done been wit it Most of these n*ggas be hoes, they need some attention too A couple n*ggas don’t like me, but who is you? Wanna kill me, I’m doing what I’m supposed to “Let’s go f*ck with Pat”, that’s the hoe in you What about that lil wax with that other dude? I ain’t gon speak on too much, but they know the truth(They know it) They want a response, they do it for likes , the whole time they still ain’t gon f*ck with you(Lame) Chase the money, chase the money All I do is chase the money Yea I got that paper on me I can’t let you take it from me Choppa got a laser on it(Boom) Glock got a (shhh) Mane we ain’t talkin bout that sh*t(Ain’t talkin bout that) You must be talking to the pigs You might be talking to the cops I still be posted on the block They think a n*gga sellin rocks They wonder how I got them knots Some n*ggas think this sh*t a loan My n*ggas know it’s off the phone They think I got a PP loan (Dumbass) Really them P’s put me on(Stupid ass n*gga) N*gga we them ones who give out loans Passing out the strong All my n*ggas up, we got what you want We don’t give a f*ck, we do what we want B*tches wanna f*ck, they like how we stunt Smokin za, syrup and my blunt Know she a freak, you done took the b*tch to lunch We get too much money, I called the b*tch a cunt Feel like a racist, I’m smoking white runtz Chase the money, chase the money All I do is chase the money Yea I got that paper on me I can’t let you take it from me Choppa got a laser on it Glock got a (shhh) Mane we ain’t talkin bout that sh*t(Ain’t talkin bout that) You must be talking to the pigs