chase the money (a song 4 da homies) ft. GloverOfficial Lyrics

This hoe wan be in my mix

Think that hoe just chasing clout

I'm in this bitch with my twin

He line it up, I strike it down

I stopped asking for forgiveness, I just live and write it down

Then spread it to people we not equal, I'm a higher power

Zaza got me floating higher than the Eiffel Tower

I've been sippin' potions

With a bad bitch and she quite aroused

Empty the clip

Get back to rappin' and shit

Ain't no time to relax with a bitch

Yeah, I fell out of love

Really don't got me no reason to go out and try it again

Yeah, I live in the zone

Larry Fitzgerald im picking and scoring

If it ain't bout money

This shit not important

I'm smokin' on high grade

My shit got imported

A foreign

Lil' bitch, yeah, that bitch is imported

She swerving' around while I'm hit, she look gorgeous

I got a brother who be with syrup

I got a brother who'll be with the percs

I got a brother who'll growing the weed and the envy's

That's for me I want tweak off the earth

Yeah, uh, bitch, yeah, I'm back putting beats in a hearse

That's hoe one, be in my mix

Know that lil' ho chasing clout

Uh, fuck

Yeah uh

Bitch

I'm in this bitch with my twin

He line it up, he strike it down

I was straight buzzin'

Take it outta me

Talk shit, but you not at-ing me

Niggas on fallacy

Bad bitches keep on crowding me like

Crafting a masterpiece

Killing these niggas like master piece

Run up the stats on me

OZ on hand, keep a stash with me

Yeah, yeah

Runnin' it up how we conjure the wave

You niggas disruptive, you need to behave

Could backhand you niggas, but show you the plays

Not a bit passive, the way that I was in the past

Cause you people be lackin' and shit

Only am moved by the verbs

Most these niggas be actin' and shit

Tired of frontin' like I don't keep running in circles

Round niggas that's rapping and shit

Better off buying a casket

For tryin' to attack us when twin and them

Packing the

Huh, damn, can't follow you around

Unless you god with the clique

A lot of times I had to weave for my own

Tired was burnin' as a bitch

Sometimes wish I could switch

Shots, making it stick

Broke, my spirit is rich

Y'all missing the truest, I be in the mix

Just got the pack brought the load in

Nigga, I'm chosen

Really, I feel like a god

She just wanna fuck cause she know that I'm up

I'm dozing off, she still want me to fuck

She got the ocean, it opening up

Like, come on, my nigga, you know that it's up

I know that shit busting

I had to endulge for the once

Then kick back and smoke me some runtz

Cause although she be in my mix

I know that lil' hoe chasin' clout

Chasin' clout

(Chase the money, chase the money)

I be with my fucking twin

He line em up, I strike em down

(Me and my motherfuckin' twin n shit)