Paper Chaser Cory Gunz (Ft. Uncle Murda)

[Intro: Uncle Murda]
Ha ha, go!
Brooklyn, MGM
East New York

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Maserati, Bugattis
Bimmers, Benzs and Bentleys, Benjis on top of Benjis
This kush got my eyes low like I'm from Hong Kong
Chicks around me with no bras and no thongs on
Chains, watches and bracelets, Ciroc by the cases
We smack niggas in the face with stacks of big faces
Niggas ain't on our level, bury 'em, get the shovel
Flow so hot, niggas think I'm related to the devil
All of my jewelry heavy, none of my jewelry hollow
My hoodrat chick teaching my model chick how to swallow
I'm about a dollar, if I ain't chasing a dollar
I'm lickin' and trickin' on some trick who head game is proper
I'm strapped with the choppa, get you fucked up by the coppas
Slug tearing through his vest, now he gotta go see a doctor
Homie, show me the money, or show me a stripper
Who could do something I never seen before and I'll tip her, ay

[Chorus: Uncle Murda]
I'm on a paper chase, I'm running to the money
Go! Go! Go! I'm running to the money
I'm on a paper chase, I'm running to the money
Go! Go! Go! I'm running to the money