Sy Wit Tha Sauce - Chasing Paper lyrics

I coulda been a track star The way I'm runnin' after paper (yeah, yeah) I coulda been a NASCAR The way I'm swervin' on these hataz Still chasin' that paper (ooo) Still chasin' that paper (ooo) Still chasin' that paper (ooo) Still chasin' that paper (ooo) Still chasin' that paper All I see is money, all I see is green I just wanna ball, nothin' in between Yo pockets kinda lean My pockets obese It's like I'm tiddy f**in' money when it's in my jeans Hol up! tell yo b**h she need to fall back Hol up! is that Reggie? I don't smoke dat I'm in another zone, I'm on another level I had to make a change I was dancin' wit the devil I coulda been a track star The way I'm runnin' after paper (yeah, yeah) I coulda been a NASCAR The way I'm swervin' on these hataz Still chasin' that paper (ooo) Still chasin' that paper (ooo) Still chasin' that paper (ooo) Still chasin' that paper (ooo) Still chasin' that paper Highway in a Mero, top back wit a bad hoe Let her drive got the heat close Gotta keep it cuz you neva know On a grind tryna get dough Roll 7 what it hit for sh** grimy when da dough low That's why a n***a move solo Gotta master plan and it's workin' Yo baby mama here t**n' She up and down that pole n***a I'm rollin' up a O n***a I don't f** wit no hataz All I f** wit is playas Real n***as, OGs, ball hard, get cheese I coulda been a track star The way I'm runnin' after paper (yeah, yeah) I coulda been a NASCAR The way I'm swervin' on these hataz Still chasin' that paper (ooo) Still chasin' that paper (ooo) Still chasin' that paper (ooo) Still chasin' that paper (ooo) Still chasin' that paper