[Intro]
(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
Phew
[Chorus]
Ultimate swag talk, big bag talk (Hey)
You can see the honor in my damn walk (Whew)
I can kick this shit just like I'm Jean-Claude (Shit just like I'm—)
Rock the Gaultier like Jean-Paul (Gaultier)
I put the baddest you want on all fours
You talkin' spectacular? I'm on the same accord (I'm on the same accord)
Any flaws in my character, I get paid for it (Yeah)
[Verse]
I got hitters, you got hitters, but they layin' low (Nah, for real)
We can sell out any venue at the same show (Nah, for real)
I fucked lil' shawty with my shades on 'cause the pain showin' (He-he-he)
She's tryna try my jewelry on, I ain't forgotten (Ain't forgotten)
Put 50K in the leather seats like I'm Fredo (Leather seats)
Lil' wap on me right behind police on the main road (Yeah-yeah)
We fuckin' celebrities, we got enemies still in these streets (True stories)
My nigga turned twenty-three, spent a hundred G's, we got all receipts (Shine)
These niggas they rockin' fugazi, fugazi, fugazi, fugazi (Oh-oh)
We count up a hundred, two hundred, three hundred, just me and my lady (Yeah-yeah)
I drop my baby a Rollie, I drop my mummy a little Mercedes (Chyeah)
I live like a demon, I know the day that I die God won't take me
(Yeah-yeah, You know what I'm saying?)
(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
Phew
[Chorus]
Ultimate swag talk, big bag talk (Hey)
You can see the honor in my damn walk (Whew)
I can kick this shit just like I'm Jean-Claude (Shit just like I'm—)
Rock the Gaultier like Jean-Paul (Gaultier)
I put the baddest you want on all fours
You talkin' spectacular? I'm on the same accord (I'm on the same accord)
Any flaws in my character, I get paid for it (Yeah)
[Verse]
I got hitters, you got hitters, but they layin' low (Nah, for real)
We can sell out any venue at the same show (Nah, for real)
I fucked lil' shawty with my shades on 'cause the pain showin' (He-he-he)
She's tryna try my jewelry on, I ain't forgotten (Ain't forgotten)
Put 50K in the leather seats like I'm Fredo (Leather seats)
Lil' wap on me right behind police on the main road (Yeah-yeah)
We fuckin' celebrities, we got enemies still in these streets (True stories)
My nigga turned twenty-three, spent a hundred G's, we got all receipts (Shine)
These niggas they rockin' fugazi, fugazi, fugazi, fugazi (Oh-oh)
We count up a hundred, two hundred, three hundred, just me and my lady (Yeah-yeah)
I drop my baby a Rollie, I drop my mummy a little Mercedes (Chyeah)
I live like a demon, I know the day that I die God won't take me
(Yeah-yeah, You know what I'm saying?)
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