CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Kurt Angle

ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney

I'm sippin’ Wockhardt right now, it taste wonderful
A n***a ran off, I got my hitman huntin' you

Hate when I can't smoke, I need to go find my medicine
Money in my safe, that sh*t older than Thomas Edison
b*t*h, your breath stink, you need to go and get a peppermint
R-I-P the opps, they losin’ by a large deficit
Knock a n***a out with my hands, that's fatality
I need to pour some Hi-Tec up, I got the allergy
Eatin' too good, I done damn near got a cavity
Knock a n***a out in eighth grade at Chandler Park Academy
Then I got kicked out, they said they can't have that
Showed her some money, but, b*t*h, you can't have this
n***as f**ked up, eatin' green beans and salad
I bought some Wockhardt, I'm 'bout to pour it in my beverage
My Rollie cost thirty, you could tell by the bezel
I just found some red and I bought it from The Devil
Lil’ Draco, I’ma hold it like a cradle
Hit a n***a offline using' Cain and Abel
He short me my money so I’m 'bout to flip the table
Made thirty thousand playin' Blackjack turn tables