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
Date of issue: 28.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: HGGH
Song language: English
Chasin Me |
Too much money for a spit, these bitches can’t see me |
I told em they just chasin, they could catch me on the TV |
Got that triple 8, stays before the kids that keep a PG |
All my dancers, swear to God I roll you for the Fiji |
These bitches always tryna hold a bitch back |
Pussy on a pedestal, now tell them hoes kiss that |
Nowadays I’m feelin like fuck a hater feelings |
'Cause they got me fucked up like sex on the ceiling |
I’m a take now these hoes is tip tippin on my dick |
I’m in Texas like I’m Trae Tha Truth, sippin on that grit |
Hold a temporary visa but thick as a southern man |
And if ya’ll mad at that I’m just tellin I’ll fuck em wild |
I don’t gotta chase money 'cause the money’s always chasin, chasin me |
I don’t gotta look for fame 'cause the fame is always reachin, seekin me |
And I know you came down, make it look easy |
I wanna know how |
Guess that’s why you’re chasin, chasin me that long |
Cheese in my briefcase, bread in my backpack |
Laugh at niggas chasin money askin where the cash at |
They chasin me, hope the riches kept on a fast track |
And big dog paper, pussy niggas got cash stacks |
Ridin in that turbo Porsche, Panamera hatchback |
Something worth 100K, nigga can you match that? |
Checks OB and hit the bank and say how can we cash that? |
Quarter mill I’m finna shoot, nigga he on snap backs |
He lookin for the fame and I’m lookin where he had that |
100 million dollar ring, hoppin in and out of Range Rovers |
I ain’t know, you both get away from me, you bad luck |
Hyper speed, like I gotta let the money catch up |
I don’t gotta chase money 'cause the money’s always chasin, chasin me |
I don’t gotta look for fame 'cause the fame is always reachin, seekin me |
And I know you came down, make it look easy |
I wanna know how |
Guess that’s why you’re chasin, chasin me that long |
Your Maybach white, the whole roof is transcended |
My bitch talkin but you can’t understand Cuban |
I’m high as a fly, Audemar, fan coolin |
I’m putting 30 big grills up on the 10 million |
Now that’s a 10 you could play |
Watchin cartoons in the Jag, Jimmy Neutron |
I really go bananas, this will catch yo mouth and shit |
Relocate your chess, you’ll never bout to suck yo bitch |
Uh, I’m on my Rocky Balboa shit |
Overseas with my whores, ball ball and shit |
Full of chrome, I got a Jones like no one click click pow |
Don’t get aroused, I ain’t chasin |
I don’t gotta chase money 'cause the money’s always chasin, chasin me |
I don’t gotta look for fame 'cause the fame is always reachin, seekin me |
And I know you came down, make it look easy |
I wanna know how |
Guess that’s why you’re chasin, chasin me that long |