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{Chorus} Going for the chase Keep that .40 on his waist Got him screaming for his life Run 'em down just like the race These bitches going retarded More money come in the safe He talk but we shoot regardless We'll point him out to his grave {Verse 1} Closin' all the gates Hide his body, not a trace Making flips, this ain't a game Posted up at park place They ain't shooting up to hurt Got 'em shooting for the kill Cut him off, he moving fake Even though I kept it real I ain't f*ck with a thot bitch Messing with them guys I ain't f*ck with a dumb bitch This Henny got me thumping Money got me jumping These haters keep on hating but my tracks is what they bumping I'm always down to ride Trouble in this game, f*ck around you might just die Just wanna live my life, don't wanna see my momma cry Gotta struggle for we eat, gonna make it out alive These people wanna fight me Blood all on my white tee They try to do a check Said just do it like you Nike They acting like they like me Pay up this is not free Shining like a star Gold teeth got me feeling icy Dunking like it's Space Jam 2k on the face scan First she eat the balls I'm a ghost, she like Pacman The money that I'm counting I'm working so I can spend it When it's coming, yeah, I stretch it Get the money, yeah, I'm flexing {Chorus} Going for the chase Keep that .40 on his waist Got him screaming for his life Run 'em down just like the race These bitches going retarded More money come in the safe He talk but we shoot regardless We'll point him out to his grave I swear, yeah, I promise I' going in, I can't stop it Gonna cash out when I'm shopping Rock designer, now I'm popping I'ma get this money man I'm living kind of lovely Remember days when I was broke But now these girls just wanna f*ck me When I was a youngin, I believe I lived my dreams Just stacking up them dollars Got your wifey screaming "Ching" Put the money over bitches Now my style super clean Swear, I'll never wife a hoe cause she ran top for the team I just wanna make a milli Blinco got them going crazy Yeah I know her boyfriend hate me I won't let a bitch come play me 5k for a hitter I see some mans turn bitter Loading up the choppa, Mr. Blinco gonna hit 'em Bringing it back, flipping them packs Bet all my money, I'm gonna hold racks Watching my back, snakes in the grass They switch for a hundred, we could have made stacks This is how I get it I'm showing you how I'm living Won't worry bout my spendings I'm tryna go make a killing Get the money that's a win Cash out at the mall, then we go do it again Bringing all my dawgs, free my bros locked in the bin Gotta make it my own way f*ck a case my life's a sin f*ck a case my life's a sin f*ck a case my life's a sin {Chorus} Going for the chase Keep that .40 on his waist Got him screaming for his life Run 'em down just like the race These bitches going retarded More money come in the safe He talk but we shoot regardless We'll point him out to his grave
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