Chase Money
Yeah, yeah, aye
Countin' all these bands, while I'm smokin' on that dank
I ain't ever stoppin', 'til I got m's in the bank
With all the hundreds, that got a blue face
She head over heels, only money that I chase
Oooh, Only real by my side
You get cut off, from that fake shit you tried
My niggas know what's up, know for me, they gon' slide
And I'ma keep it real, 'til the day that I die
Married to the money, bitch ain't nothin' new
I'ma run up a check, like the ones on my shoes
Said she missed what we had
I don't miss nothin', except stackin' up these racks
I'ma pray for you niggas, steady goin' out sad
Off to another city, so I can get another bag
They say money it heal pain
Bitch say she love me, but I don't feel the same
She tryna tell me, she hates what I became
I only want the money baby, I don't play the games
Countin' all these bands, while I'm smokin' on that dank
I ain't ever stoppin', 'til I got m's in the bank
With all the hundreds, that got a blue face
She head over heels, only money that I chase
Oooh, Only real by my side
You get cut off, from that fake shit you tried
My niggas know what's up, know for me, they gon' slide
And I'ma keep it real, 'til the day that I die
Yeah, yeah, aye
Countin' all these bands, while I'm smokin' on that dank
I ain't ever stoppin', 'til I got m's in the bank
With all the hundreds, that got a blue face
She head over heels, only money that I chase
Oooh, Only real by my side
You get cut off, from that fake shit you tried
My niggas know what's up, know for me, they gon' slide
And I'ma keep it real, 'til the day that I die
Married to the money, bitch ain't nothin' new
I'ma run up a check, like the ones on my shoes
Said she missed what we had
I don't miss nothin', except stackin' up these racks
I'ma pray for you niggas, steady goin' out sad
Off to another city, so I can get another bag
They say money it heal pain
Bitch say she love me, but I don't feel the same
She tryna tell me, she hates what I became
I only want the money baby, I don't play the games
Countin' all these bands, while I'm smokin' on that dank
I ain't ever stoppin', 'til I got m's in the bank
With all the hundreds, that got a blue face
She head over heels, only money that I chase
Oooh, Only real by my side
You get cut off, from that fake shit you tried
My niggas know what's up, know for me, they gon' slide
And I'ma keep it real, 'til the day that I die
Yeah, yeah, aye
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Writer(s): Myles Davis
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