Lyrics Side of the Ocean - Chasethemoney

Side of the Ocean

Hit the gas, you gon' hear the motor open
Yeah, it’s mine, but I drive it like it’s stolen
Pouring Wock', I call that the magic potion
Eating dinner off the side of the ocean
Homicide, we’ll throw him in the—
Six hundred for these shorts, I done bought like six pairs
Put so much drank in the pop, looking at my cup scary
My bitch mad at me, shit, but I don’t really care
I’ma get you right, bro, I got something in the air
When it’s walkdown time, man, a nigga here scary
If you can’t take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen
You can’t shoot everybody nowadays, niggas snitching
If you touch my pints, then you gon' go missing
It’s like twenty Bossa Nova bags all through the kitchen
All you hear is the motor, then it do a little whistle
All you hear is the motor, hit the lights, then we get you
Got ninety-nine choppers, yeah, one for every issue
Riding with a Five-seveN, that’s a real big pistol
If you wanna start the car, hit the button
Boy, what you doing minor, it ain’t nothing
Now I shift and hit the gas, get it jumping (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
Now I shift and hit the gas, get it (Let's get it)
One-fifty on my line, bitch, you two, I’m the one
Pull up, box a nigga in, so we know he can’t run
Pull up, box a nigga in, then we empty our guns
Sipping lean on the beach, you ain’t did neither one
Forty round on the chopper, or I could switch it to the drum
You was loving on that ho, boy, I know you feel dumb (Fa)
Hit the gas, you gon' hear the motor open
Yeah, it’s mine, but I drive it like it’s stolen
Pouring Wock', I call that the magic potion
Eating dinner off the side of the ocean
Fa