feat rich homie quan yung thug gucci mane - chasen paper (feat. rich homie quan & yung thug) - gucci mane lyrics
1: young thug]
what up rh quan, what up guwop baby
oh my god im trippin’, oh my god im lazy
you’s a b-tch n-gg-, ima rich n-gg-
make your wish n-gg-, ima prince n-gg-
we ready for shootouts, we don’t dodge n-gg-
need about 15 bucks with this carbon n-gg-
whole team eatin’, we not starving n-gg-
plus my b-tch and car, it stay foreign n-gg-
gotta b-tch from magic city who wanna ride on it
gotta be loaded just to ride on it (wasted)
mc hammer would love to ride on it (can’t touch me)
and trina slip and slide on it
got burglar bars up on the spot woadie
no dudes, we just want woadettes
bought that b-tch a 20 thousand dollar rolex
now when you see her in public, her ego on flex
aye quan (what it do), what up round? (what you talkin’ bout thug)
she suck me sleep, she suck me sleep whenever she come in town
baby girl that swoop, baby girl that swoop rich homies done tore her down
plus she wanna f-ck me cause i order up the ones by the motherf-ckin’ pound
let’s just chase after the motherf-ckin’ paper, cha – cha – chasin’ after motherf-ckin paper
let’s just chase after the motherf-ckin’ paper, cha – cha – chasin’ after motherf-ckin pape
we gone chase after the motherf-ckin’ paper, he gone chase after the motherf-ckin’ paper
she gone chase after the motherf-ckin’ paper, real n-gg-s chase after the motherf-ckin’ paper
made myself a legend, signed a bunch of legends
made a half a million dollars, bouldercrest and gresham
if you a b-tch then they gone disrespect you, you a lame them n-gg-s gone press you
gettin’ p-ssy but that don’t impress me, i’m the n-gg- that killed your nephew
this right here a banger, i ain’t talkin’ bout no singer
put a hole in a stranger cause’ guwop ___?
gucci mane ball like an athlete, n-gg- i might break your ankles
someone call el chapo, tellem guwop said i’m thankful
gucci mane rock with vatos, ar 15’s i got those
big buck shots i bust those, i leave a doughnut hole in your uncle
tell the plug a n-gg- said vamos, 150 in a poncho
we wrappin’ squares in my condo and i don’t give a f-ck about mono
i’m tired cause i been chasin’ after motherf-ckin paper
givin’ all my n-gg-s high 5’s, gettin tired of ballin’ on em like the lakers
and all the b-tches say i get around, like the equator
i can feel when a hater make a sound, vibration
im chasin’ motherf-ckin paper, f-ck what a hater gotta say ’bout me
i’m a real big dog, won’t play bout me
i’m in the coupe, in the coupe go fast like __ and the engine in the back
and that b-tch came with you, she the swoop she the swoop, i been hit that
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