Chasemoney Flow
No EST, ima gee, young shiner
Ranch, I be dressing, steady dripping in designer
Boujee nigga, bitch call my phone, I decline her
Call her right back, where yo friends, bitch they finer
Like the garbage truck, this bitch come see me once a week
Her nigga don't know where she at, look like they playing hide and seek
And nigga I ain't hiding shit, she just tryna stay lowkey
Cause if that nigga find her ass, aw shit he gone tweak
But I don't give a fuck, that ain't got shit to do with me
Yeah, call me Jimmy B bitch I be riding with that heat
Curry clip lay a nigga down, put em' six feet in the ground
Had to tell lil mama that's it, she said ima clown
Married to this money, I'll get back to you later
Give a fuck about a hater, bitch I'm running up this paper
Gold chain, purple jeans, feel like I'm playing for the lakers
Not Kawhi, but I keep them clippers, come and get a taper
Baby, get up out my face bitch I am not Ray
In the booth, cooking shit up, no I am not quay
Popped a nigga up, no mask, we did it broad day
Bro said he wanted beef, well shit we left 'em sautéed
Rocking designer gonna daily, my lifestyle different
Dior head to toe, now my nickname Christian
Louis V sheets, living lavish when I sleep
Leaving out the store, new Double G's on my feet
Drake gotta attitude, it's on its worst behavior
Glocks, semi's, fully auto's nigga pick a flavor
Cuban links off the VVS's, neck look like a glacier
Why the hell you reaching for this wood? Nigga this a facer
Keep a glock on me, call it Dame, this bitch blaze niggas
Sweep a nigga up with this K like I'm a maid nigga
Talkin' on the net, you a hoe, that don't faze niggas
Damn I miscounted, can't see through these Carti shades nigga
Bad lil' jawn, I think she into me
Got the recipe, sauce her ass, now she feeling me
First thing she asked was where I'm going, where I'm finna be
Well shit, I'm finna be with you, you finna be with me
Smoking real gas, getting high, where the ceiling be
Stab her from the back, she said "oou bae you killing me"
Mannn
AK sit his ass down, pick em' up
Two chops, call me Tupac, I'm finna hit em' up nigga
Ranch, I be dressing, steady dripping in designer
Boujee nigga, bitch call my phone, I decline her
Call her right back, where yo friends, bitch they finer
Like the garbage truck, this bitch come see me once a week
Her nigga don't know where she at, look like they playing hide and seek
And nigga I ain't hiding shit, she just tryna stay lowkey
Cause if that nigga find her ass, aw shit he gone tweak
But I don't give a fuck, that ain't got shit to do with me
Yeah, call me Jimmy B bitch I be riding with that heat
Curry clip lay a nigga down, put em' six feet in the ground
Had to tell lil mama that's it, she said ima clown
Married to this money, I'll get back to you later
Give a fuck about a hater, bitch I'm running up this paper
Gold chain, purple jeans, feel like I'm playing for the lakers
Not Kawhi, but I keep them clippers, come and get a taper
Baby, get up out my face bitch I am not Ray
In the booth, cooking shit up, no I am not quay
Popped a nigga up, no mask, we did it broad day
Bro said he wanted beef, well shit we left 'em sautéed
Rocking designer gonna daily, my lifestyle different
Dior head to toe, now my nickname Christian
Louis V sheets, living lavish when I sleep
Leaving out the store, new Double G's on my feet
Drake gotta attitude, it's on its worst behavior
Glocks, semi's, fully auto's nigga pick a flavor
Cuban links off the VVS's, neck look like a glacier
Why the hell you reaching for this wood? Nigga this a facer
Keep a glock on me, call it Dame, this bitch blaze niggas
Sweep a nigga up with this K like I'm a maid nigga
Talkin' on the net, you a hoe, that don't faze niggas
Damn I miscounted, can't see through these Carti shades nigga
Bad lil' jawn, I think she into me
Got the recipe, sauce her ass, now she feeling me
First thing she asked was where I'm going, where I'm finna be
Well shit, I'm finna be with you, you finna be with me
Smoking real gas, getting high, where the ceiling be
Stab her from the back, she said "oou bae you killing me"
Mannn
AK sit his ass down, pick em' up
Two chops, call me Tupac, I'm finna hit em' up nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Chase Glover-rodgers
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