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Chase the Money
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Chase Davis on the beat, yeah
DJ Victoriouz with me in the building
Uh
A hunnid million what I'm tryna get
Anything to get this paper, - I'm tryin' it, uh
Ain't nobody gon' play with me -, reach, I'm firin' it (bah)
Know your enemy, go broke lil -, mm-mm (Lil Uzi), I'm dyin' with it (let's go), boy (yeah)
You ain't got guap like this
You ain't got cash like this (yeah)
You ain't got guap like this
- Ashy lips, yeah
You ain't got guap like this
You ain't got cash like this (yeah)
You ain't got guap like this, yeah
You ain't got cash like this (yeah)
Smokin' exotic, I'm high as sh-
I'll die if I don't keep this bi- on my hip
Hopefully I don't shoot this bi- off the rim
Ain't like you rappers with all that lip
Canary my diamond, they wet just like lemon (what?)
Ocean my neck and this - like Pacific (yeah)
I like my -
No, no, no, Lil Uzi, not too specific (let's go)
Ain't like you bappers, we real Kobe Cappers
You - be actors and not even factors
Playin' with the racks, and they back in the back seat
I shoot like a Raptor, a rapper attack me
DM that -, but she still in my mentions
- Be talkin', these - they be snitchin'
- Be talkin', these - be snitchin'
Got a - on my waist and I had to click-click it
A hunnid million what I'm tryna get
Anything to get this paper, - I'm tryin' it, uh
Ain't nobody gon' play with me, - reach, I'm firin' it (bah)
Know your enemy, go broke lil -, mm-mm, I'm dyin' with it, boy
You ain't got guap like this
You ain't got cash like this (yeah)
You ain't got guap like this
- Ashy lips, yeah
You ain't got guap like this
You ain't got cash like this (yeah)
You ain't got guap like this, yeah
You ain't got cash like this (uh)
Canary my diamond, they wet just like lemon
Ocean, my neck and this - like Pacific
I like my -
No, no, no, Lil Uzi, not too specific
DM that -, but she still in my mentions
- Be talkin', these - they be snitchin'
- Be talkin', these - be snitchin'
Got a - on my waist and I had to click-click it
I went to every jeweler in this -, told all of 'em, better not tax me
And I got two bribs in LA right now 'cause that's where the packs be
You don't know we in the 'Raq runnin' -, you don't know us
Empty the clip off a hip, pour a four up
On the -, on the block like Noah
Give me the beef well-done like BOA, -
Certified -, can't see what I'm shootin'
I pop out with your -, I had to recruit her
Ok, she know I fu- with all her friends
But she don't say nothin', she scared to lose me (let's go)
I fu- them lil - right to my music
Pull out my -, bitches start flutin', whoa
She say she don't, uh (what?)
So she still shoppin' at Gucci (let's go)
That's 'em 'fore rap wasn't lyin' on IG
Actually been here, sauce like Zaxby's, ayy, uh
Built my wave like Max B
I'm in New York, free Max B
I be in a New York like a taxi
Ridin' the Lambo truck, finna pull up, swerve
Car seat in the backseat
Your -, she attracted to money
Yeah that's why she fu- (yeah)
My - attracted to shootin'
That's why they keep bussin' (whoa)
I'm with the gang for life
You know that I'm stuck in it (yeah)
You know they gon' up that price
You know they ain't touchin' -
Gettin' richer, but smoke, we ain't duckin' it
I'm in Chiraq when I ride with a hunnid clip
Richard Mille plain cost a hunnid clip
Pushin' the Rolls, but the Maybach my brother whip
Yeah, that boy Vert know he hit me, I'm comin' quick
Fu- all this rappin', we ain't with that -
Hunnid clip, pull out the window and dump at you
We backin' friends, feel comfortable (let's go, yeah)
You ain't got guap like this
You ain't got cash like this (yeah)
You ain't got guap like this, yeah
You ain't got cash like this, yeah
You ain't got guap like this (let's go)
You ain't got cash like this (yeah)
You ain't got guap like this, yeah
You ain't got cash like this (yeah)
I'm havin' -
I wear a whip on my wrist
Real killers ridin' with straps, can't respond to rap, I don't trip on a diss
When we print out the physicals, cop my disc
Chill out, hop off my -
Yeah, it's me and Vert, skrrt
Big 40'll burst, you get murked, jerk
Brand new Richard Mille, yeah
Hop out, stack, do this, yeah
Brand new Lambo, runnin' through red lights like I'm at the track in that -
Brand new red 'Rari, uh, ain't no traction in it, yeah
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