Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Currency Chaser, artist - Lil Keed. Album song Trapped On Cleveland 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment, Young Stoner Life
Song language: English
Currency Chaser |
Yeah |
Yeah, yeah |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
(Goose with another one) |
Currency chaser, I’m a currency chaser |
Currency chaser, I’m a currency chaser |
I’m on every radar, I get money, I got a chase |
I been humble for too long, running out of patience |
I ain’t never been a worker, I ain’t never been lazy |
Go get your gun, don’t do no playing, I’m gon' blaze it |
Yeah, they thinking this prom 'cause I pulled up in a Gucci blazer |
Yeah, these foreigns jeans, I’m in a skinny 'cause I got tailored |
Yeah, Chrome Heart bifocals |
I’ma hit her raw when I stroke her |
Came in blazing, not no strokers |
Eat my main bitch up like a yogurt |
43 in foreign size |
I hear so many cries |
'Cause I changed they life |
I’ma see you rise |
Yeah, I switched up the rise |
I’m getting a slice of the pie |
I’m living the American dream, I live life |
Asking why I get high |
Girl, 'cause I’m on a private flight |
Girl, I’m tryna protect your life |
Yeah, she gushy-gushy, know I’m |
Currency chaser, I’m a currency chaser |
Currency chaser, I’m a currency chaser |
I’m on every radar, I get money, I got a chase |
I been humble for too long, running out of patience |
I ain’t never been a worker, I ain’t never been lazy |
Go get your gun, don’t do no playing, I’m gon' blaze it |
Yeah, they thinking this prom 'cause I pulled up in a Gucci blazer |
Yeah, these foreigns jeans, I’m in a skinny 'cause I got tailored |
I need the bitch like |
Double, triple crossed like Kyrie |
Dissing me, we will, man, I ain’t saving apologies |
My Jaguar truck a real beast |
I never fuck a wildebeast |
Paint the car green like an army |
Yeah, I kept it together, they tore me |
I’m just tryna show you I can run them bands up |
I’m just tryna see how many of these pussy boys gon' stand up |
Million shooters 'round me every time I fucking stand up |
No, I’m not from your city, I’m from Atlanta |
Told the girl stop playing, go and put top on me |
Believe in yourself and work hard, yeah, that’s the recipe |
I got rockstar wasted, they had to carry me |
Carry this F&N clean, ain’t got a case on me |
Currency chaser, I’m a currency chaser |
Currency chaser, I’m a currency chaser |
I’m on every radar, I get money, I got a chase |
I been humble for too long, running out of patience |
I ain’t never been a worker, I ain’t never been lazy |
Go get your gun, don’t do no playing, I’m gon' blaze it |
Yeah, they thinking this prom 'cause I pulled up in a Gucci blazer |
Yeah, these foreigns jeans, I’m in a skinny 'cause I got tailored |