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Back up off my spot before I try and curve the bullets, yeah
Take your mind off of me 'fore I let all of the lyrics flow, woah

Mind racing
Pill chasing

(Yeah, true, true, true, true)

Pray on Sunday then we sin on Monday (pray)
Whole week chasing after money (money)
If this shit don't pop, we end up

I be on Sour and henny
Boutta pick up the pounds and they heavy
On the road got the big body Chevy 
Chasing money like destiny sent me
Ready or not

Chasing happiness or fame
You’ll die the second you decide
Yeah I'm nice with it
Gonna go down with it
Yeah I'm nice with it
Yeah I’m nice
Yeah I'm nice

You can't get by, but you can't get bye bye
The way we let this shit fly
The Empire

Got Bosses in it... huh
Santana Leutinent 
And I'm going off in

Vatooss • that can't stop Chasing Dineros • got a big retarded css Sum Special Like mavadoooo•

••••• Verse 1 •••••••



Throw some salsa on me hoe cauSe I

chasing fame, I want the money, nigga we not the same. 

(Verse 1)
Cant let shit slide, thats how a leak turn into a flood.
I know the world started getting

hearing excuses

Ard by that’s duces 

Keep the shit breezy 

And I’ll never catch you lackin

Leavin outta the Ruth Chris 



Bullets started flyin

Like

chasing
Tryna overcome these temptations
In this cold cold world
Abba yah please help me keep the fire blazing
Lord I see a situation
The suit and ties are

this is dedication
Hard work plus patience
I'm done waiting
Now we back to the fucking basics
Kick start cold heart
Dodging bullets like I'm neo
You get

internal drama
masking problems by Chasing dollars
Chasing Dollars, Good Lord
Depression since an adolescent
Taking loses, That i never mentioned
Massive

Too many percs now I'm checking my heartbeat
That nigga little put him in a car seat
Niggas want beef then I guess Ima Arby's
Chasing the beat I

Fame got me chasing a bag, counting the cash
Getting the guala 
Coming so far away from the past, I can finally relax 
Don't need all the drama

your kids eat right since you living on my name
Focus on the right things, stop chasing down the fame
Not what you think (Not what you think) not what

block and slide where you hang
Ian gone post on the gram and I won't say a thang
Cause them bullets gone talk and them bitches gone sang
And im tossing

This the end game
And we've been played
Indoctrinated as a youngin' just go get paid
Now were paper chasing, racing just to get a raise
Wasting all

the country
Imma take it so far you can't touch me
I'll be living my life like a movie
Chasing money these niggas be snoozy
Test ya luck n that shit gon' get

money I'm paper chasing

When I'm inna whip got the tris in my soda
All tints on the whip feds might ght pull us over
When i get in this rap shit nigga

Rolling dead ops smoke a jay to the head
Got it back with my man now we chasing the bread
I'm in the city hop out the car nigga with that .50
I'm stuck in

I get busy chasing that bag I ain't got time for no games
Mama said that I do too much rapping need to calm down
You'll be traumatized if you were in

here chasing that whoa
Lamborghini really on the brain
Daydreaming every day boy quit playing
You know I'm saying
Yo money the palm or I'll go insane

you
You a bitch, so I'ma bitch you
Me and my gang, yeah, we finna lick you
My bullet a bitch by the time it kiss you
Diamonds dancing and my neck wet

chasing for a mill
I ain't never rat or tell stuck ta the code I'm really real
Aye what it is hold on
Aye tell them play my song
I be stuck in my zone

Pour lean in my drink mama always say you gotta watch. 40 by my side
Pour lean in my drink mana always say you gotta watch, 40 by my side aye ain’t