My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

All my niggas real Actin' brand new Why the fuck you here? Real deal, Holyfield Uh, real deal, Holyfield Uh, down to chill All my niggas in the field Money, pill, I'm a boss They hatin' still

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

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Like when it come to hundreds that's money my way Remember she ain't want me now she all in my face Like uh girl you too late, you ain't got no taste Driving to the bank, I can't close my safe Brittany be my bae Money anyway Um I couldn't wait What do

Uh, murcielago when the doors go up And when the money fall you know the hoes turn up But, when the money gone you know the hoes turn down And I pray to God he don't Let my soul burn up! Birdman, what up? Last time I seen bird, he said young nigga get

Uh oh, fresh out the bed Uh oh, count up the deads You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble Fresh out, outta the bed, count

Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt) Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what) You a little man (little, huh) Your money getting shorter (shorter) My bitch from 'cross the water (bitch) Teach you how to count it

Just a lil' bit (Do you think about me) Do you think about me? Every now and then God damn girl, we used to be friends I know you think about me, You think about money when you think about me huh, That's what my ex, my ex you don't want to be her, She

Yeah, I don't wanna her unless she swallow Ay, gettin' money like I won the lotto Uh, uh, yeah, all hunnids that's my motto Uh, yeah, money don't fall Yeah, kick a J, with some penny loaf Fresh down 'till my socks though I don't wanna her unless she