| ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
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| Honcho, Honcho, Honcho
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| I’m prayin' I catch this boardin' time, ayy
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| Security took me an hour, I smell like I’m traveling sour
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| I got shit to do, stop tryna hate on me, catch me on your daughter’s browser
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| Need a ticket for two so no one sit next to me, wake me up upon arrival
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| You be prayin' that bitch let you hit it
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| And be prayin' she know some more bitches
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| I’m prayin' that bitch ain’t a ho
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| I’m a freak but I ain’t with the kissin'
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| He prayin' he stay on his toes
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| Hundred round, it ain’t no way to miss him
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| Put you out, fo’nem handle that mission
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| Next day, handful of y’all missin'
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| Thick- thick hoes, never get in they business, ayy
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| Switch hoes, never get in my feelings, ayy
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| Smoke woods, Lambo drop ceilings
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| Pull- pull up to your shit in interest
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| Car dash even though I ain’t Tristan
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| All fast, I’m Ross, I’m whistlin'
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| Off gas, C Dash don’t listen
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| I love hoodrats, keep pimpin', bitch
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| I just woke up in your town
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| Look baby I’m here for a night so after that night you won’t see me around
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| This Gucci just came in today, I’m buyin' it all, you won’t see it around
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| No cap, fo’nem ain’t tryna hear no yap
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| Locate the crib, it ain’t no map
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| Slide up and X 'em like they app
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| I’m prayin' I catch this boardin' time, ayy
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| Security took me an hour, I smell like I’m traveling sour
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| I got shit to do, stop tryna hate on me, catch me on your daughter’s browser
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| Need a ticket for two so no one sit next to me, wake me up upon arrival
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| Honcho Honcho Honcho
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| Ayy, I’m in NY slidin', the Uber mad, there’s too much traffic outside
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| When I’m in LA I’m slidin' and shit, you probably won’t catch on your side
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| I got some shit in this ride
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| It might knock a chunk out your side
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| She on my dick like where is your trunk, your top went up inside
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| Hah, I don’t know, your name bitch, I don’t know
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| Forty sent homeboy up the road, for AR sent homeboy to Idaho
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| AR, kill a nigga off audio
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| Work a bitch out like cardio
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| My wood look like sloppy joes
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| But this ain’t that type of party though
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| I ain’t got shit for a nigga
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| And I ain’t got shit for a bitch, better ride this dick, that’s it for a nigga
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| Hey, I be too high, she know that she love me, she even give gifts to a nigga
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| My pockets on swole, I really don’t give a fuck who finna switch on a nigga
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| I’m just prayin' them hundreds get thicker
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| Honcho Honcho
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| I’m prayin' I catch this boardin' time, ayy
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| Security took me an hour, I smell like I’m traveling sour
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| I got shit to do, stop tryna hate on me, catch me on your daughter’s browser
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| Need a ticket for two so no one sit next to me, wake me up upon arrival (gas,
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| gas)
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| Haha
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| C-D-O-T man, Honcho gang shit bitch |