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money chase - rxload lyrics

[intro]
hah
i feel like n*ggas forgot i really talk sh*t, bro (woah)
like, man, uh, it’s crazy though ’cause n*ggas keep comparing me and saying i fell off and sh*t (woah)
i don’t* i don’t fall off, b*tch, i* i just climb back up
uh, it’s impossible for me to fall off, b*tch
too much in my *rs*nal, f*ck you talking about?
i got a call of duty load out in my f*cking brain, n*gga
suck my d*ck if you got a problem, b*tch (hateworth)
(razzy!)

[chorus]
it’s a money chase, matter fact a money race
uh, i’ma come in first place, ain’t no last place
i don’t got time for hoes, f*ck up out my face
my drip is a ocean, all them trying to ride the wave
money fat as f*ck, looking like rod wave (yeah, yeah, yeah)
last n*gga dissing on the gang, he was d.o.a (yeah, yeah, grrah)
chopper got some auto*tune with the way it sing
r. kelly on these n*ggas, chopper p

[verse 1]
i don’t got time for none of these hoes
invest all my time into the bankroll
got some demons that’ll give your ass a halo (grrah, grrah)
i’m a master chief with the percs, halo
got a drake that’ll sing like j*lo (j*lo!)
got some titties on that b*tch like lotto (grrah, grrah)
i want money, no fronting, pr*nto (what?)
i’m a fresh prince, word to alfonzo (alfonzo)
i’m a cheat code, bullets be ripping through mink coats (yeah, what else?)
i be sipping lean, don’t do the pinot (what else?)
flashy like i came from the glee show (grrah)
i’ma fly off the pers like i’m rio (yeah)
better hit the plug up, need a re*up (yeah)
f*ck that b*tch, got d cups
we come around, she getting down, we live it up
[chorus]
it’s a money chase, matter fact a money race
uh, i’ma come in first place, ain’t no last place
i don’t got time for hoes, f*ck up out my face
my drip is a ocean, all them trying to ride the wave
money fat as f*ck, looking like rod wave (yeah, yeah, yeah)
last n*gga dissing on the gang, he was d.o.a (yeah, yeah, grrah)
chopper got some auto*tune with the way it sing
r. kelly on these n*ggas, chopper p

[verse 2]
i’m finna talk my sh*t, i’ll beat that boy up all in the party (yeah, yeah, yeah)
he ain’t doing sh*t, you might have to go get that boy molly
that’s the only time you know somebody gon’ catch a body (facts)
that boy sweet as f*ck, might as well call him a rancher, how he jolly (yeah, yeah, b*tch)
i’m in a urus, you know i’ma floor it, i’m going so fast to the point i’ma skrrt it (skrrt, skrrt)
matter fact, switch it, i’m in a delorean, now i’m going like 88 miles
if i can get it, b*tch, i’m on a mission, i’m trying to go back in time
beat his ass a second time, better yet a couple times (hah, b*tch)
body froze, froze, off the narcos
but we don’t get into it, not on this song
my wrist, the ice cubes, say she was trying to ride along
tell her, “f*ck nah,” tell her get from round here

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