Chase the Paper

Album: Animal Ambition (2014)
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  • I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
    A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    You a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making

    I'm still a baller, I'm still balling
    That's five times I ain't picked up, your bitch still calling
    I'm super ghetto, I'm still with the shit
    Still pass the steel to my nigga, hit a lick
    We still mob, niggas steal stuff
    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
    Still real niggas, still will kill
    Tote the steel bitch don't squeal, get your cap peeled
    The Mac filled, black talons, hollow tips
    Copper-tops, get your ass popped, watch a body drop

    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
    A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    You a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making

    I'm clean as a motherfucker, still getting my hands dirty
    Bitches they wanna fuck, grab a glass, you looking thirsty
    See I'm a gangsta, you soft as R&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 anything
    I ain't here to entertain when I let them bullets sing
    Rims on, Rida Gang, slap the fuck out of you, nigga
    Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that you're lame
    You chasing these bitches instead of chasing your paper
    Niggas taking your bitches while they taking your paper
    I'm gone

    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
    A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    You a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making

    She on my leg like a little kid
    She hump my leg like a horny pit
    Pitbull in a skirt, yeah, I'm a magnet
    Now I ain't running after no broads, 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 seeing dollar signs, I'm seeing reasons why
    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 knocking over drinks to get next to me
    While you

    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
    A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    You a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making

    Ghetto niggas still'll pick a penny up
    You outside chasing them hoes throwing your Henny up
    Little homie loading a semi up
    Catch him all after the club, tell him to ante up
    Anyway, each and every day, I'm looking 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 chasing pussy, never have
    Hustle hard, take a break, run and get some head and ass
    Still robbing, still rolling, still need a mask
    Still popping, still slinging, still need the cash

    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
    A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
    You a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making Writer/s: ALBERT JOHNSON, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON, CURTIS STEWART, DAVID STYLES, TYRONE GREGORY FYFFE
    Publisher: Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, Ultra Tunes
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