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daily routine - chase n. cashe lyrics

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[intro]
cha-ching, look

[verse 1]
look my money gettin’ so long
i been spendin’ time on that road
i been ridin’ ’round and gettin’ it
i’m grindin’ all night long
i heard some people sayin’ i’m on
they be playin’ all of my songs
i shut it down when i perform
who is we? sc, surf club
who is me? mr. money
talkin’ to me and i might decide to speak
lately i been goin’ harder
i been drinkin’ so much ace of spades, i’m gettin’ flows like carter
which one, dwayne or shawn? i’m hot like both
so the flame is on, you know i scorch that hoe
horsepower in my drive, i’ll porsche that hoe
i need ferraris in my garage and mamis down to minage like nicki
only bad b-tches, yeah i’m picky
i can see it in her eyes, inside she’s sayin’ pick me up
but i’m chosen, daytona is golden
rolex time, my flame could never be stolen
look, you n-ggas know i gave you the game
saw me go and do it first, now you changin’ your lane
but no matter what you do, you’ll always be a lame
b-tch you know i’m ’bout them dollars ’cause it’s all up in my name

[hook]
all i do is get cash and get -ss
all i do is get cash and get -ss
all i do is

[verse 2]
back to the subject at hand
baby i’m the flyest n-gga walkin’ on land
baby i’m the highest n-gga to ever be grounded
anytime i lost some money it found me
you better than me? my n-gga how is you soundin’
style is profound and my mind is astoundin’
she wanted an inch, so i put a mile in
yes we gettin rich, you see the money pilin’
spend most of my time in the sky like a pilot
oval windows, yeah we only fly private
this my tenth flow, i don’t know if you was countin’
money, s-x, cars, and hoes
i need ’em all, you know

[hook] x2

[verse 3]
i’m the sh-t, i just thought i should mention
i know all of the bad b-tches want my attention
i know all of you sad n-ggas wish you could live this
but tell me why you mad, n-gga hatin’ won’t fix it
on the rise like a biscuit in my granny’s oven
all my b-tches call me daddy, never cha$e in public
my momma said i need to chill, i’m always up to somethin’
but that’s only ’cause a n-gga made it far from nothin’

[hook] x2

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