Correction Lyrics Chasin The Racks by Juice WRLD

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CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY
(Velodawn got that)
b*t*h
DJ Victoriouz with me in the building
Velodawn got that
Huh? Yeah, uh

Everyday chasin' the racks (Yeah)
They ask where I'm from, it's the 'Raq, yeah
Eighteen, I came upon a sack n***a (Uh-huh)
Everybody wanna pat me on the back (Uh-huh)
Everybody wanna tell me congrats (Uh-huh)
You ain't gotta do all that (Yeah)
You weren't with me in the trap (Yeah)

My wrist a Ferrari, ain't talkin' tarantula
Look at my bank account, sh*t is gargantuan
I'm not from this planet, I feel like an namekian
Your n***a a dummy, he just like a mannequin
I'm fresh to death, b*t*h, I feel like a mannequin
Havoc come, savages, costin' insanity
You f**k with my friends, my girl, or my momma
I'm putting a hit on your whole f**kin' family
Both of my wrists on freezer, hard to bеlieve like Black Jеsus, uh
I got a choppa that'll send you to Hell like you just slapped Jesus, uh
Aim at a cracker if I ask you sh*t, you ain't nothing but a pile of feces, huh
I need Jesus pieces, huh
Just hoes, Reeses' pieces, uh
Haha, I'm a funny ass n***a, ain't I
Picasso on the beat, I'ma draw like a painter
Now she giving me brain, pop out her retainer
If she ever take it out, c*m on her retainer
Smith and Wesson five-hundred, feelin' like I'm on Ranger
Momma told me "Never talk to strangers"
I look in the mirror and talk to a stranger
I keep my hoes in cages
But I ain't R. Kelly, she told me her cage was amazing
Life is a book, it's crazy, I get richer every single time that I'm turnin' the pages
n***as be fakin', shady
Gotta watch them n***as gettin' f**ked up by they homies on the daily
Nobody believed I could do it but, baby
Like Christopher Ming, now they call me the greatest
Still a rock hard chinchilla dressed in the latest
I'm a mothef**kin' gorilla, I'm on my ape sh*t
I've been listening spirtually, prayin' I make it
sh*t gettin' to it, I'm too much of a drug dealer
Make a f**k n***a see the crossroads, I'm a bone thug n***a
No love, shawty, twelve slugs, stone cold killer
Lot of motherf**kers say I love 'em, I think they Pinocchio
But the kid better than the Louis V on the denim
Gun on me, overseas, doper than a coke king
Moncler, Dior, Gucci, plus more, n***a, I'm the coat king
f**king yo' b*t*h from the back while you sippin' fake Act, huh, it's me
I f**ked her hard then she said that she like it then she get down and licked me
I bought yo' b*t*h then we jumped in a new Mercedes
Uh
Everyday chasin' the racks (Yeah)
They ask where I'm from, it's the 'Raq, yeah
Eighteen, I came upon a sack n***a (Uh-huh)
Everybody wanna pat me on the back (Uh-huh)
Everybody wanna tell me congrats (Uh-huh)
You ain't gotta do all that (Yeah)
You weren't with me in the trap (Yeah)

DJ Victoriouz with me in the building
CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY

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