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boww - chase money marz lyrics

[intro]
chase it
chase money marz
we chasing money forever
ten nine o

[verse 1}
they just be like he nuisance
violence all up in his music
n-ggas want shoot sh-t, every time you spit
talking dirty get him swept with that broom stick
had a feen drill him just for like two nicks
me and bommas in a foreign with two grips we cruising
catch me a opp im a do him
i just copped me a fn it came with a ruler
don’t give a f-ck bout’ a jeweler
im in the kitchen i’m whipping that recipe
had to black with the white like a referee
keep me a bulldog it don’t take no pedigree
every time that it bark its a felony
just had to cancel a show i b wilding
cus’ i couldn’t get in had the tec on me
i heard they chatting they want put a check on me
got to keep me a gun and a vest on me
boy keep your link tucked
cus’ you could be a stain when we link up
riding round with some tints on a wrangler
bullet proof so it look like a brinx truck
buying woods from the ocks on the opp block
hopping one of em’ slide while this thang tucked
im so stuck in my ways i can not stop
give that watch and that chain and that ring up
or be a peter

[chorus]
n-ggas is wild got em’ jacking my style now
ball so hard need a towel now
flooded my wrist with a couple of whips and a couple of pounds of the loud now
i shoot a n-gga then fly out of town now
was a opp now he loud now
i run up on him like
glitta glitta bow now
if that n-gga don’t bow down

[verse 2}
was in the trap with a couple bands
now i do a few shows that’s a hundred grand
my lil bro sitting up for a double man
free that lil n-gga sh-t he a gunner dam
tried show my lil bro how to run a scam
but that lil n-gga a demon
had a couple of checks in a beamer
said he rather a gun and a hundred grams
im the mother f-king plug you a runner man
hit my line i could lower the number man
got to stay with a pipe like a plumber man
get you k!lled for some nikes fore’ the summer end
i just whipped up a nine but the bud a ten
yea the gg is lime but the b-tter tan
got a bad lil b-tch with a b-tter tan
yea her face bout’ a five but her b-tt a ten (dam)
boy keep your link tucked
cus’ you could be a stain when we link up
riding round with some tints on a wrangler
bullet proof so it look like a brinx truck
buying woods from the ocks on the opp block
hopping one of em’ slide while this thang tucked
im so stuck in my ways i can not stop
give that watch and that chain and that ring up
or be a peter

[chorus}
n-ggas is wild got em’ jacking my style now
ball so hard need a towel now
flooded my wrist with a couple of whips and a couple of pounds of the loud now
i shoot a n-gga then fly out of town now
was a opp now he loud now
i run up on him like
glitta glitta bow now
if that n-gga don’t bow down

- chase money marz lyrics

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