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Young Dro and Hustle Gang, Iggy Azalea, T.I., Kris Stephens - Chasin Me (Hustle Gang Presents: G.d.o.d. (Get Dough Or Die) 2013)
Young Dro and Hustle Gang, Iggy Azalea, T.I., Kris Stephens — Chasin Me (Hustle Gang Presents: G.d.o.d. (Get Dough Or Die) 2013)
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Chasin Me (Hustle Gang Presents: G.d.o.d. (Get Dough Or Die) 2013) Young Dro and Hustle Gang, Iggy Azalea, T.I., Kris Stephens03:56
Текст песни: Chasin Me (Hustle Gang Presents: G.d.o.d. (Get Dough Or Die) 2013)
[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea] Too much money for a spin, these bitches can't see me I told em they just chasin', they could catch me on the TV We got that triple X's before their kids I keep it PG All my diamonds clear as water gotta roll with all the Fiji These bitches always tryna hold a bitch back Pussy on a pedestal, now tell them hoes kiss that Nowadays I'm feelin' like fuck a hater feelings 'Cause they got me fucked up like sex on the ceiling Now I'ma tip now these hoes is tip-tippin' on my dick I'm in Texas like I'm Trae Tha Truth, sippin on that grit Hold a temporary visa but thick as a southern man And if ya'll mad at that I'm just sayin'; ''Oh-fuckin'-well'' [Chorus: Kris Stephens:] I don't gotta chase money 'cause the money's always chasin, chasin' me down I don't gotta look for fame 'cause the fame is always reachin, seekin' me down And I know you hate me, I make it look easy Y'all wanna know how Guess that's why you're chasin', chasin' me down [Verse 2: T.I.] Cheese in my briefcase, bread in my backpack Laugh at niggas chasin money askin where the cash at They chasin me, hope the riches kept on a fast track And big dog paper, pussy niggas got cash stacks Ridin in that turbo Porsche, Panamera hatchback Something worth 100K, nigga can you match that? Checks OB and hit the bank and say how can we cash that? Quarter mill on tennis shoes, 50K on snap backs He lookin for the fame and I'm lookin where he had that 100 million dollar ring, hoppin in and out of Range Rovers I ain't know you broke, get away from me, you bad luck Lemme' hyper speed, like I gotta let the money catch up [Chorus: Kris Stephens:] I don't gotta chase money 'cause the money's always chasin, chasin' me down I don't gotta look for fame 'cause the fame is always reachin, seekin' me down And I know you hate me, I make it look easy Y'all wanna know how Guess that's why you're chasin', chasin' me down [Verse 3: Young Dro] Your Maybach white, the whole roof is transcended My bitch talkin' but you can't understand Cuban I'm high as a fly, Audemar, fan coolin I'm putting 30 big grills up on the 10 million Now that's a 10 you could play Watchin cartoons in the Jag, Jimmy Neutron I really go bananas, this will catch yo mouth and shit Relocate your chess, you'll never bout to suck yo bitch Uh, I'm on my Rocky Balboa shit Overseas with my whores, Bora Bora shit Full of chrome, I got a Jones like no one click click pow Don't get aroused, I ain't chasin [Chorus: Kris Stephens:] I don't gotta chase money 'cause the money's always chasin, chasin' me down I don't gotta look for fame 'cause the fame is always reachin, seekin' me down And I know you hate me, I make it look easy Y'all wanna know how Guess that's why you're chasin', chasin' me down