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juice wrld - chasethemoney frestlye lyrics

[verse 1]
uh, uh
uh+a+uh, uh
na na na+na+na na na na
na na na+na+na na na na
yeah, brand new cars, brand new drugs
brand new outlet, a brand new plug
same old n+gga, just brand new us
i’ve been gettin’ high as a b+tch, so what?
50 for a hundred, uh, if i show up
100 for appearance i don’t gotta show up
i remember i was broke then i blew up
now i feel like makonnen in the club, go up, ayy, uh
perky with the cup
yoppa kinda uh uh and i feel it in my gut
try me if you wanna, yeah, they be in the cut
choppa kinda hungry, yeah, make it eat you up, ayy
xans, robitussin, uh, couldn’t get enough, ayy
mix it with the tuss’, uh, then i sip it up, ayy
now i’m high as f+ck, oh
glue stick stuck uh
pull up with the choppa, cl!ck+clack, buck buck, ayy
it’s my masterplan
ain’t no master man
pull up on ’em, avalanche
all this ice up on my wrist, i swear it’s like an avalanche
feel like 50 cent like i said cuz many men
they be hating, n+ggas basic
you a mutt, you don’t got no home training
pull up on the scene, lil’ bro totin stainless
he look like james bond 007 the way he aimed it
leave a n+gga brainless, leave his face up on the pavement
presidential head presidential rollie sara palin
she was in my bed, givin’ head
spread her legs, do her in
i’m gon’ get this cash ugh, invest in a bag ugh
you can’t have uh uh uh uh
i know that they want what i have, ugh
pull up on their ass, ugh
choppa like a mask, the way it pull up and it blast, ugh
i don’t need no mask
i can’t uh uh uh
time travel, yeah, i’m from the future and the past
ballin’ hard like steve nash
b+tch i get cash
that’s a big gat, grr, grr, grrow, get back
uh+uh+uh+uh uh uh uh+uh+uh+uh
uh+uh+uh+uh uh eh uh+uh+uh+uh
uh+uh+uh+uh uh eh uh+uh+uh+uh
uh+uh+uh+uh uh uh
turn this beat off
somebody got a +

[verse 2]
real
uh+uh+uh real
b+tch i’m too real
i’ma no
b+tch i’m too real
don’t bring your friends ’cause, b+tch, i don’t care
i said, b+tch i’m too real
don’t bring your friends ’cause, b+tch, i don’t care
pull up in a benz and they stop and they stare
i’m gon’ get this cash, try to take it, don’t dare
i be with them guys that’d k!ll for me
i be with them guys that’d drill for me
we don’t got no time for no feelings, uh, ayy
i’m too busy countin’ up my winnings, uh, ayy
louis v backpack, master louis jacket
lost my father, i’m a rich b+st+rd
n+gga, why bother?
i’ma get this cash
and these n+ggas playin’, catch up, far too ahead, yeah
you can get it, uh, got it twistin like some dreads, uh
i was in the kitchen whippin’, rollin’ off the meds, uh
all these n+ggas snitches, b+tches tellin’ to the feds, uh
i ain’t really talk about no rainbow hair
i’m been in a sum’ in a sayin’ over here, huh
all these n+ggas snitching, b+tches tellin’ to the feds, uh
all these n+ggas snitching, b+tches tellin’ to the feds, uh
nah, nah i ain’t talkin’ bout that rainbow head, uh, uh, ayy, uh
uh uh flying colors
brand new ferrari, that sh+t pass with flying colors, uh
i’ll shoot up the party, i’m diminished, i’ma butler
lil’ b+tch, i’m from chicago, throwing bullets jay cutler
remember i was servin’ work like a butler
now i got this vvs’s on me, ice road trucker
i’m a money makin’ motherf+cker
that mean i make money then put d+ck up in your mother
i’ve been ballin’ like iman shumpert
kobe bryant really shootin threes just for comfort
and at night time i turn into a monster
k!llin’ all these beats, b+tch, i feel like a jeffrey dahmer
give me long neck, shorty like a ostrich
fly without trying so my closet like a c+ckpit
they try to judge a n+gga, you ain’t johnny cocren
i promise see the problems if you run up get it often
i got powers like my first name austin
runnin’ while i’m dropping bombs, marathon in boston
try me, i’ma pull up to your new apartment
and kick all of the b+tches out and k!ll you, call me martin
dead homies in the blunt spark it
i’m in the bus gettin it bussin had to rosa park it, ayy
try me if you want, b+tch, i’m a martian
that mean i got a laser with a motherf+ckin’ target, ayy
i’ma take you out like the garbage
then take yo’ b+tch out on a date at the gardens, ayy
try me if you want, i’m goin’ hard
and that mean i’m like a rocket, i take off like a rocket
don’t get outta
it’s pulled up
uh uh rob it
i got all that sh+t on voice memo, too
like a mothaf+cka
[verse 3]
i’ve been catchin’ vibes all night
go to j+pan, it’s a long flight
that n+gga try to run in my house
why me? boy you took the wrong right, huh
i’ve been ballin’ hard all night
go to j+pan, n+gga, that’s a long flight
go to j+pan just to get some off+white
shot at yo’ mans ’cause he wasn’t comin right
me and chasethemoney finna chase the money
even on them rainy days, and when the days is sunny
all these n+ggas broke as a joke, they be really bummy
vvs on our wrist we used to be scummy, ayy
now a n+gga too rich like a couple lighters on b+tch, i’m too lit
too legit, to quit n+gga, yeah, i’m too real
speakin of two yesterday i took 2 pills, ayy
f+ck yo’ percs, i’m poppin’ on a roxy
pull up on the scene and it’s just me
on a supermoto, totin my heat
pop a wheely while i pop a opp n+gga
like a beat or sum’ b+tch i’m bound to drop n+ggas, ayy
i’ve been sippin’ lean, i speaker knock n+ggas, ayy
rip yea that’s to speaker knocks n+gga, ayy
remember cordin’ out fort knox n+gga, ayy
hains all over my socks n+gga, ayy
then i got rich and my knots bigger
on god, i remember trappin’ out fort knox n+gga
[verse 4]
jake witcha’ own b+tch we to lit
i remember cordin’ up my new sh+t
i been on the wave with my new sh+t, my bad
i been on the wave with my new sh+t, i’m talkin’ cruise ship
n+ggas on they fake sh+t, like an illusion
i told you that i do dis’, you lookin’ stupid
i pull up on the scene with my choppa it’s a uzi
money longer, feel like i am uzi
make a movie with yo’ b+tch call me clooney, uh
wit’ these tunes b+tch i’m looney, ayy
told her show me dat ass move me, haha
she ride me like a ten speed i know her boyfriend hatin’ on me, n+gga filled with envy, ayy, ayy
you ain’t real take a lot of convince me, i pull up on the scene and get to run sh+t like track meets, ayy
flex up on my ex i’m such athlete
add the millions up i’m feelin’ like a math geek
it’s gon’ take mo’ than a hunnid’ to surpass me
i threw a hunnid’ on a robson b+tch ass cheek, huh, huh
to real, to real, to real
to real, to real, to real , yeah
smokin’ on this chronic got my eyes red
kinda like the blood that he shed
i’ma put a hole in his head
now his mom callin’ the feds
first forty eight don’t go there
when i go to florida i got zoe’s there
when i go back to chicago i got moe’s there, bd’s and 4’s there
pull up with that choppa, huh, shoot him like whoa there, uh, haha
i said, when i go back to chicago i got woe’s there, gd’s
bd’s and 4’s there, haha

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