M.U.G. - Chase lyrics

[Verse 1: Scarface] I'm on the highway, buzzed from the contact Her body nice, but her face look like a wombat Guess where her tongue's at? All in my earhole Breath smelling like warm beer, what a weirdo Now look at here, ho, that sh** is aggravating I don't kiss 'em on the first date, but her imagination's Running wild; this must have been her first time ghosting And now she's got her nipples out, top's down, posting Blunt still smoking, burning up my white seats Pulling on my cargo's, trying to get to my Lee I like the white freaks, they lawless when they go down Hanging out my sunroof, panting to her toes now I got to get up on the latest ho-down Called up the other b**h I'm f**ing, let her show out I rarely go out, but when I do I'm whipping something rimmed-up Two hundred forty thou, gripping real Wood grain steering wheels Y'all n***as tripping, I am FaceMob mobbing All in the pimping My n***a listen, I am still bout that dumb sh** South Side of H-Town, f** where I'm from, b**h I'll give you one wish, but after that it's lights out And I am not James Toney, get the ice out Cause I will dot them eyes like a student do Style so versatile I'm confusing you That's what the dude'll do, word to the motherf**er Started off one way, switch it to the other Cause a cold n***a do what the others can't do Monotone-type rappers, what the f** they gonna do? Coming through [Verse 2: Slim Thug] Something new -- white, black, or that blue Bad b**h sitting in it; she ain't mine, she f** crew We do this sh** for practice, million in my mattress Pull up in the projects sounding off with an actress Believe me, I done it; damn right I stunted Had her up in Dreams late night, getting blunted Still keep it one hundred, and not a nickel short Ask anybody over on that Northfield vault Used to call me Young Boss, now they call me O.G And half the n***as call me that older than me Been getting mine for a long time, hustling since a teen But now I get to relax, kick back like a king Still fiend for the paper, so the hustle don't stop Can't never go broke, I'm too used to rolling drop Too used to balling knots, spending racks at the mall You know it costs to shop, fifty six, six tall Too big to do it small Sorry for all the capping But I'm still real surprised on how much I made rapping Thought I'd be outside trapping like everybody else Never thought I'd be standing here by myself My best friend locked, the other got shot Couldn't even f** with him, mayne, he robbed the whole block And I'm the one not, who ain't that hard to spot f**ing with them, I would've been got popped Gotta watch out for haters that grow with success Don't be weak for b**hes, they only bring stress Keep the Lord on my chest, and gold on my chain I'mma stay real forever, I never ever change, mayne [Verse 3: M.U.G.] All I do is chase, all I want is cake I just want to touch a mil before my d**h day So I rarely sleep, but I'm always awake Because I'm thinking of more ways I can load up the safe I know I ain't living safe I gotta keep my heater loaded to the max So prepare when them jackers try to come attack Hollow-tip and infrared beam comes attached Mashing through my neighborhood dressed in all-black Matter of fact, it's orange and some navy blue I cannot describe these streets, it's a crazy zoo n***as dying; keep your strap cause it may be you Mama burned a G, June 3rd, '82 I make my moves so police don't got a clue I needs mine C.O.D. cause my rent due Hard times ain't sh**, we gon get through Long as them dollar bills we get big to [Hook: M.U.G.] All I do is chase If you ain't talking paper, move around from my space Cause I'm trying to get my bank like Chase All I wanna see is Ben Franklins in my face So all I do is chase We get money, f** b**hes All I do is chase