gttm - chase racks lyrics
[intro: chase racks]
get to the money
get to the money
motherf*cker i get to the money
look
[verse 1: chase racks]
i’m off the hennessy
if i be talking
don’t take that sh*t credibly
don’t turn to my enemy
you not a friend of me
(you already know how we f*cking rocking)
[chorus: chase racks]
get to the money
b*tch i get to the money
(b*tch i get to the money)
motherf*cker i get to the money
(get it)
get to the money
(get it)
gеt to the money
look
[verse 2: chase racks]
i’m off the hеnnessy, if i be talking don’t take that sh*t credibly
don’t turn to my enemy, i f*ck with you but you still not a friend of me
(you not a friend of me)
i got the recipe, i feel like sheff, all my dogs living pedigree
(all of my doggies)
bro caught a felony, won’t be surprised when a motherf*cker tell on me
i’m feeling like kd, move like a snake, i fake and i take threes
hop in a mercedes
dropping up the top, it pop, it look crazy
(skrrt)
heard he gotta pay fees
oven really bake him up like a pastry
i got like 8 keys, hide in the spot but i know where the place be
(i know where you stay bro)
[chorus: chase racks]
get to the money
look
b*tch i get to the money
(b*tch i get to the money)
ha, motherf*cker i get to the money
(get it)
get to the money
get to the money
[verse 3: chase racks]
don’t think i’ve been drilling enough, gotta get back into it, get back on my sh*t
i’m tryna come up on racks, bring it back to the roc, imma stack it and flip
how could you claim you a rapper when each line a joke, you be capping and sh*t?
(cap)
he tryna talk on the net, when it come to the bread i be jacking his sh*t
(i be jacking his sh*t)
how he be moving so extra, he scheming too dangerous, clapping them sticks
straight politic on the buck, when we send it he duck, man i laugh at that b*tch
(ha ha)
i’m no lebron or tom brady, we toking that pack, i’m not passing that sh*t
hop in the front with a blunt, imma finish that b*tch til’ i crash in the whip
run up on me you a dumb f*ck
24/7 i’m packing, my gun tucked
you making these drills up, from what?
you see a laser, you better go run, duck
we pulling up to his passing
heard he got clipped in the head with a mac10
everyone wonder what happened
maybe think twice ‘fore the motherf*cking capping
[chorus: chase racks]
(you know i)
get to the money
huh
b*tch i get to the money
look
motherf*cker i get to the money
get to the money
get to the money
[verse 4: chase racks]
pick six
he got locked up for the crip sh*t
i took that b*tch to the store, she my rich b*tch
told her to be on her sl!ck sh*t
don’t be a witness
run up with a chop, it pop with its quickness
i got a sickness
when i make a bop it drop on the hitlist
[outro: chase racks}
get to the money
b*tch i get to the money
motherf*cker i get to the money
get to the money
get to the money
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