chase n cashe – h.f.b. lyrics
all the b-tches wanna…
you know the b-tches never
that’s the b-tches wanna…
money on my mind so you know that i
2 4 7 36 5 that grind,
going hard is the way i go about my life,
rolling hard is the way i go about my night.
you say, i’m chain smoking in wave coast in my game hold it,
that thing told it, my game loaded, i ain’t joking.
i’m too fly and too high, you can’t see me,
one of a kind, i’m so divine, you can’t beat me.
out of my mind, out of my time, i’m so sp-cey,
my rap style got cinemax, i’m so ravy.
on lane like it’s your beat, but no jay-z,
n-gg-rs in paris stealing my swag, it’s so crazy.
b-tches in love with my flare, that’s why they follow,
looking like the money, my n-gg-r, see how they pile up.
more than in the system, they’re all ready to pile up,
too many to pick and chose, i got to count ‘em like
one n-gg-r, two n-gg-rs, three n-gg-rs,
four n-gg-rs, five n-gg-rs, six n-gg-rs,
seven n-gg-rs, eight n-gg-rs, nine n-gg-rs,
with the crazy load is coming home.
all the b-tches wanna…
you know the b-tches never…
that’s the b-tches wanna…
because all the b-tches wanna…
yeah, all the b-tches wanna.
i got heney in my cup, killer in my blunt,
soon as i finish with it put it all back up.
it take more than a million dollars just to feel like us,
and to many n-gg-rs out, keep it real like us.
i got that gold on me, that eagle is cold on me,
my friends going all in the streets so hoe’s on me.
money first, b-tches last, both coming and going,
i treat my money how she treat me, i get it and blow it.
i’m g5, no great hail, but stay bright in.
high boy, you’re fine, boy, you’re great paling.
my wings spread when i think of it and i take higher,
our first cl-ss and our body p-sses, expire.
the third time is the charm, i’m about to kill off,
racing to the top of the charts, i’m about to fell off,
you ain’t fair chose, my n-gg-r, go take a sh-t out,
i’m looking for some gold as b-tches so i can get on.
one n-gg-r, two n-gg-rs, three n-gg-rs,
four n-gg-rs, five n-gg-rs, six n-gg-rs,
seven n-gg-rs, eight n-gg-rs, nine n-gg-rs,
with the crazy load is coming home.
all the b-tches wanna…
you know the b-tches never…
that’s the b-tches wanna…
because all the b-tches wanna…
yeah, all the b-tches wanna.
one n-gg-r, two n-gg-rs, three n-gg-rs,
four n-gg-rs, five n-gg-rs, six n-gg-rs,
seven n-gg-rs, eight n-gg-rs, nine n-gg-rs,
with the crazy load is coming home.
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