15 racks, 20 racks, 30 racks, I got them bands Rocks with the ice on my shirt and them D&G pants Ice on my neck and no I didn't get no advance Bitch you know I'm tryna fuck and I don't wanna dance Now I can't go to the mall 'cause they know who I am I

I feel the pain, kill the brain 'Cause, bitch, I walk with vengeance Ultimate, Ultimate Who the fuck you think you tryna creep on? Who them niggas in that black Nissan? I'm that nigga Freddy wouldn't sleep on Catch a nigga in the bushes doing recon Cops

That's a light day The shit you doin', homie, I done all that twice I ain't never lived in the moment Busy tryna find another way to feel that rush Man, fuck the celebration, concentrate on gettin' bigger I'm tryna find a way to feed all these niggas Can

Like haiku, I speak smooth (ooh) But, they tryna fuck up my mood (oh) Thought we cool, buy when you round (ooh) Yuh, yuh, yuh, ooh, ha You won't, yessir ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney Okay, what you say? Yuh, yuh, common sense is to compromise

I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana I'mma wipe my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y'all, ayy Fuck the baddest bitch, make 'em tap out Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out

All eyes on me I need your attention Put your body on me You the one I'm missin' I don't want your love We ain't gotta fake it We both tryna fuck All eyes on ya Ask you how your week been

Quarter million dollars all on my skin Tote this F&N like I got license Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' Jump off the tightrope, I'm tryna dive in Yeah, cook that shit up Quay Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks

Oh, like we in a hurry No, no I won't tell nobody You're on your level too Tryna do what lovers do It's not good enough for me, since I been with you I'm gonna sip on this drink, when I'm fucked up I should know how to pick up I'm gonna catch the rhythm

They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it Fuck I look like takin' chances Fuck this money, go and blow it I'm tryna run it back up, I gotta put mine up Puttin' up the money for lil

Been runnin' out of love for you lately (been runnin' out of L-O-V-E) I don't wanna fuck wit' you no more (baby, I'm T-I-R-E-D) I ain't got no hope in us baby (I ain't got no H-O-P-E) It don't make no sense tryna hold on (baby, I'm tired, baby, I'm