Chase The Paper

Ay, ay

I'm still a rider, I'm still rollin'
A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm ownin'
You chase the hos, I chase the paper
You chase the hos, I chase the paper
You chase the hos, I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money makin'

I'm still a baller, I'm still ballin'
That's five times I ain't picked up, your bitch still callin'
I'm super ghetto, I'm still with the shit
Still pass the steel to my nigga, hit a lick

We still mobbin', we still starvin'
We still deal after deal, shit is no problem
He still love her, she ain't shit
Get her a pair of Louboutins, she suck a dick

He's still a real nigga, still will kill
Told the still bitch, don't squeal or get your cap peeled
The Mac filled, black talons, hollow tips
Copper-tops, get your ass popped, watch a body drop

You chase the hos, I chase the paper
You chase the hos, I chase the paper
I'm still a rider, I'm still rollin'
A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm ownin'

You chase the hos, I chase the paper
You chase the hos, I chase the paper
You chase the hos, I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money makin'

I'm clean as a motherfucker, still gettin' my hands dirty
Bitches they wanna fuck, grab a glass, you lookin' thirsty
See I'm a gangsta, you soft as R 'n' B singers
I'm at a war with the banger, in the club with the shanker

Mask on, lone ranger, scope on the K, long ranger
Rather be alive and rich than die and be famous
Live my life in the fast lane, I crash into anythin'
I ain't here to entertain when I let them bullets sin'

Rims on, Rida Gang, slap the fuck out of you, nigga
Tryin' to pull out your pistol when you know that you're lame
You chasin' these bitches instead of chasin' your paper
Nigga takin' your bitch while they takin' your paper
I'm gone

You chase the hos, I chase the paper
You chase the hos, I chase the paper
I'm still a rider, I'm still rollin'
A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm ownin'

You chase the hos, I chase the paper
You chase the hos, I chase the paper
You chase the hos, I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money makin'

She on my leg like a little kid
She hump my leg like a horny bitch
Pitbull in a skirt, yeah, I'm a magnet
Nah, I ain't runnin' after no broad, she stuck on my dick

I'm a different breed, blame it on my genes
Money in my jeans, pockets turn her eyes green
She's seein' dollar signs, I'm seein' reasons why
I never had to stress no pussy, I'm one of a kind

Pretty nigga with a gorgeous gun
You die a beautiful death, pull a stunt, look
There ain't a bitch more dime than me
The thirst is real, she knockin' over drinks to get next to me
While you

You chase the hos, I chase the paper
You chase the hos, I chase the paper
I'm still a rider, I'm still rollin'
A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm ownin'

You chase the hos, I chase the paper
You chase the hos, I chase the paper
You chase the hos, I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money makin'

Ghetto nigga still'll pick a penny up
You outside chasin' them hos, throwin' your Henny up
Little homie loadin' a semi-up
Catch 'em all after the club, tell 'em the ante up

Anyway, each and every day, I'm lookin' for a better way
You owe me, you better pay
Ghost, let the Beretta spray
Hood want uncut dope and some better yay

I ain't chasin' pussy, never have
Hustle hard, take a break, run and get some head and ass
Still a ridin', still rollin', still need a mask
Still poppin', still slin'ing, still need the cash

You chase the hos, I chase the paper
You chase the hos, I chase the paper
I'm still a rider, I'm still rollin'
A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm ownin'

You chase the hos, I chase the paper
You chase the hos, I chase the paper
You chase the hos, I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money makin'