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lirik lagu caught fire – k$upreme & chasethemoney

[intro: k$upreme, valee, & lil yachty]
chasethemoney (yeah)
fih, beep
beep, beep, beep (beep, beep)
(chasethemoney, chasethemoney)
yeah, kpreme, okay
yup, yup
dropped “gucci cologne,” i caught fire (yeah)
lightskin bad b-tch, look like mariah
now i know what you thinking
like when a nigga say, uh, nigga say, “oh, my nigga a star”
you know what i’m saying?
it’s like yeah, yeah, yeah
but listen to me when i tell you this
sorry, i had to take a sip real quick
(chasethemoney, chasethemoney)
time’s up for the f-ck niggas and that’s most of you niggas, to be honest
i remember putting ten and ten together to get gas
long time from now, a lotta niggas you finna surp-ss, i mean
two hundred thousand in the burberry bag, riding ’round in a red ferrari like the flash
(chasethemoney, chasethemoney)
you know you more of a big brother than my big brother ever was
know i’ll jump in front of a bullet for you without thinking
i drop a bag on you without blinking
c’mon, it’s boat

[chorus: k$upreme]
dropped “gucci cologne,” i caught fire (yeah)
lightskin bad b-tch, look like mariah
f-ckin’ that ho and she say that she tired (b-tch)
my big homie trappin’ like he on the wire (trap)
eyes real low like a nigga from china
i spent a car on some f-ckin’ designer (fih, beep)
the shirt i be rockin’, i bet you can’t find it
your diamonds, they little, they minor (little nigga)
dove in that b-tch like a scuba diver
she act like she wifey, i had to one night her (b-tch)
smashin’ the ‘cat, i be burnin’ the tire (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
freestyle shit, b-tch, i don’t do no cypher
don’t f-ck with these niggas, they outsiders
i got an lv print on my lighter
look at that shit on my feet when i walk
my diamonds gon’ flirt, b-tch, i don’t gotta talk (ice, ice)

[verse: k$upreme]
three-five in a backwood, that shark (shark)
f-ckin’ this la ho on la park (b-tch)
pussy was good, but i told her work on her arch
doing her wrong ’cause that b-tch wasn’t here from the start
she give me good brain but this dumb ho ain’t smart (good brain)
we flyin’ private, i’m late to depart
sippin’ that ‘tuss, yellow, i feel like i’m bart (kpreme)
these niggas goofy like kevin hart (goofy nigga)
shoppin’ on grailed, i got bands on my cart (fih, beep)
ooh, i mix the number (n)ine jeans with the chrome hearts
we ridin’ foreign, it don’t need a key to start (skrrt, skrrt)
my niggas been down with this shit from the jump start
my shooter, he keep a sig, he got a jump shot (brrr)
twelve gauge in the backseat, that’s a pump-shot (bah)
she suck on my d-ck for so long, she got lip lock
we smoke out the pound, f-ck a ziploc (dope)

- kupreme chasethemoney

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