Hustle Gang - Chasin me (feat. iggy azalea, t.i., young dro, kris stephens) lyrics

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Hustle Gang - Chasin me (feat. iggy azalea, t.i., young dro, kris stephens) lyrics

Too much money for a spit, these b**hes can't see me I told em they just chasin, they could catch me on the TV Got that triple X stays before the kids that keep a PG All my dancers, swear to God I rollie you for the Fiji These b**hes always tryna hold a b**h back p**y on a pedestal, now tell them hoes kiss that Nowadays I'm feelin' like f** a hater feelings 'Cause they got me f**ed up like s** on the ceiling I'mma tip now these hoes is tip tippin on my dick I'm in Texas like I'm Trae Tha Truth, sippin on that grit Hold a temporary Visa but thick as a southern man And if yall mad at that I'm just sayin I'll f** em wild I don't gotta chase money 'cause the money's always chasin, chasin me I don't gotta look for fame 'cause the fame is always reachin, seekin me out And I know you came down, make it look easy I wanna know how? Guess that's why you're chasin, chasin me that long Cheese in my briefcase, bread in my backpack Laugh at n***as chasin money askin' where the cash at They chasin me, hope the riches kept on a fast track And big dog paper, p**y n***as got Kat Stacks Ridin in that turbo Porsche, Panamera hatchback Something worth hundred K, n***a can you match that? Checks OB and hit the bank and say how can we cash that? Quarter mill on tennis shoe, 50 K on snapbacks He lookin for the fame and I'm lookin where he had that 100 million dollar ring, hoppin in and out of Range Rovers I ain't know, you broke get away from me, you bad luck Hyper speed, like I gotta let the money catch up The Maybach white, the whole roof is transcended My b**h talkin but you can't understand Cuban I'm high as a flight, Audemar, fan coolin I'm putting 30 big grills up on the ten millio Now that's a tan Yukon Watchin cartoons in the Jag, Jimmy Neutron I really go bananas, dislocate your mouth and sh** Relocate your chest, you'll never bout to sock it b**h Uh, I'm on my Rocky Balboa sh** Overseas with my who*es, Bora Bora sh** Full of chrome, I got a Jones like Nora Click click pow Don't get aroused, I ain't chasin'