| Too much money for a spit, these bitches can’t see me
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| I told em they just chasin, they could catch me on the TV
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| Got that triple 8, stays before the kids that keep a PG
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| All my dancers, swear to God I roll you for the Fiji
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| These bitches always tryna hold a bitch back
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| Pussy on a pedestal, now tell them hoes kiss that
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| Nowadays I’m feelin like fuck a hater feelings
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| 'Cause they got me fucked up like sex on the ceiling
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| I’m a take now these hoes is tip tippin on my dick
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| I’m in Texas like I’m Trae Tha Truth, sippin on that grit
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| Hold a temporary visa but thick as a southern man
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| And if ya’ll mad at that I’m just tellin I’ll fuck em wild
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| I don’t gotta chase money 'cause the money’s always chasin, chasin me
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| I don’t gotta look for fame 'cause the fame is always reachin, seekin me
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| And I know you came down, make it look easy
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| I wanna know how
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| Guess that’s why you’re chasin, chasin me that long
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| Cheese in my briefcase, bread in my backpack
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| Laugh at niggas chasin money askin where the cash at
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| They chasin me, hope the riches kept on a fast track
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| And big dog paper, pussy niggas got cash stacks
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| Ridin in that turbo Porsche, Panamera hatchback
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| Something worth 100K, nigga can you match that?
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| Checks OB and hit the bank and say how can we cash that?
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| Quarter mill I’m finna shoot, nigga he on snap backs
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| He lookin for the fame and I’m lookin where he had that
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| 100 million dollar ring, hoppin in and out of Range Rovers
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| I ain’t know, you both get away from me, you bad luck
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| Hyper speed, like I gotta let the money catch up
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| I don’t gotta chase money 'cause the money’s always chasin, chasin me
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| I don’t gotta look for fame 'cause the fame is always reachin, seekin me
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| And I know you came down, make it look easy
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| I wanna know how
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| Guess that’s why you’re chasin, chasin me that long
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| Your Maybach white, the whole roof is transcended
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| My bitch talkin but you can’t understand Cuban
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| I’m high as a fly, Audemar, fan coolin
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| I’m putting 30 big grills up on the 10 million
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| Now that’s a 10 you could play
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| Watchin cartoons in the Jag, Jimmy Neutron
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| I really go bananas, this will catch yo mouth and shit
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| Relocate your chess, you’ll never bout to suck yo bitch
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| Uh, I’m on my Rocky Balboa shit
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| Overseas with my whores, ball ball and shit
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| Full of chrome, I got a Jones like no one click click pow
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| Don’t get aroused, I ain’t chasin
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| I don’t gotta chase money 'cause the money’s always chasin, chasin me
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| I don’t gotta look for fame 'cause the fame is always reachin, seekin me
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| And I know you came down, make it look easy
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| I wanna know how
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| Guess that’s why you’re chasin, chasin me that long |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chasin Me, artist - Hustle Gang. Album song Hustle Gang Presents: G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп