z money – terrified lyrics
[intro]
yeah
got them n-ggas terrified
i got ‘em terrified
got them n-ggas terrified
(chasethemoney, chasethemoney)
i got ‘em (i got ‘em…)
[chorus]
got these n-ggas terrified, i’m whipping berry pie
fifty shots up in a coupe, might catch a homicide
hope yo car is bullet proof, ‘cause i’m like [?]
two thousand for my tennis shoes, drink got me hypnotized
b-tch i’ma big guy, might buy a laundromat
i send a hit out, and come and wipe yo -ss
cash inside a louis bag, and not a nike bag (yeah)
b-tch i’ma big guy, i gotta priceless tag (yeah)
[verse 1]
what’s the point in kicking it, know me and you we different
i be chasing money, you be chasing dirty b-tches
and them dirty b-tches they all got a dirty kitchen
all i need know cook it up that gas, and where to p-ss in
i be thrown vl’s up, i do not be crip’n
skip into the back, they ask me why the f-ck i’m skipping
i just made two hundred bucks today it fit like christmas
know i wanna fondle i’ma tuck and i’ma dish it
said she let me tap that -ss i swear she made me miss it
said she love a n-gga who be out selling chicken
loyal to the business stacked a hundred ‘cause i’m with it
d-ck all in her stomach she gon’ move to f-cking feel it
[chorus]
got these n-ggas terrified, i’m whipping berry pie
fifty shots up in a coupe, might catch a homicide
hope yo car is bullet proof, ‘cause i’m like [?]
two thousand for my tennis shoes, drink got me hypnotized
b-tch i’ma big guy, might buy a laundromat
i send a hit out, and come and wipe yo -ss
cash inside a louis bag, and not a nike bag
b-tch i’ma big guy, i gotta priceless tag
[verse 2]
n-gga talk and all no money, have no problem shooing
fade this cookie blunt i flame it up that what i’m blowing
came up in the hood on white on white you think it’s snowing
gotta have my cash and held my pack wherever going
you boyfriend he coming over, crumbs he still be longing
n-ggas they be k!lling me, they grown tryna hold hand
motherf-cker game become a trapper i be hustling
i came in this b-tch with a bank roll and thuggin’
two fours on my coupe for the times i was strugglin’
gained so many christmas got my pocket f-cking bustin’
no thug loving, only hundreds cuffing
pop a perc and then run in the p-ssy then she love me
[chorus]
got these n-ggas terrified, i’m whipping berry pie
fifty shots up in a coupe, might catch a homicide
hope yo car is bullet proof, ‘cause i’m like [?]
two thousand for my tennis shoes, drink got me hypnotized
b-tch i’ma big guy, might buy a laundromat
i send a hit out, and come and wipe yo -ss
cash inside a louis bag, and not a nike bag
b-tch i’ma big guy, i gotta priceless tag
[outro]
got them n-ggas terrified
i got ‘em (i got ‘em…)
got them n-ggas terrified
i got ‘em (i got ‘em…)
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