Yeah, Northside, Southside, Westside, up top
Northside, Southside, 1-8, my block (Philly)
Yeah, you niggas know me, I'm the one
I get money, they can't hold me (They can't)
I been bustin' down APs back when y'all niggas was rockin' Rollies (Yeah)
Y'all only knew about JAY-Z, 'til y'all seen me and my homies
I was tryna chase my dreams, I had like twenty bands with a .40
I had a new Glock with a Chevy
Got my weed off, I'm ready
It was a seesaw with that trap shit, but I bounced back, I'm heavy
It was a seesaw with that rap shit, me and Reed goin' back at it
I spent nights up in this shit, all my blood, tears got tatted
I cut cuzzo off, he ratted (Cut him)
I cut bro off, he kept hatin' (Cut him)
I can't be around no jealous shit, I'm really the motivation (I am)
I can't be around no tellin' shit, they'll give up your location
I get money, pop that shit, and help get people off probation
I'm like, "Hold up, wait a minute" (Hold up)
AR got like eighty in it (Like eighty)
Once we start, we takin' niggas (We takin')
I'm too rich to fake it with ya (I ain't fakin')
I had ate her out in Paris, told her I love her, I'm playin' with her
I had liked her, but I cut her when I found out my man hit her Yeah
This shit gettin' realer and realer (Too real)
We tryna survive, we fightin' the system, shit like Thrilla in Manila (Too thrill)
When we outside, no, it's fair game, we puttin' killers with killers (Brr)
We hittin' niggas with slugs
Locked in the system, ain't no feel like momma, give me a hug
Cold nights, locked up with no money, niggas ain't give me a dub
Long nights, fucked up in the summer, niggas ain't give me a grub
I was tryna trap, my cousin told me he won't give me no drugs (What?)
I looked my cousin dead in the eye like, "Brodie, give me them guns"
Huh, I start tweakin', I get that weed in me (Tweakin')
Light the whole city, all the real niggas sayin' they believe in me
Like her, I'm a lighter, I'm trippin' on her, I put VVs in her
Actin' like you press me about some money, that ??? please to me (Pussy)
I just got eight up, packin' the Maybach with TVs in it (Maybach TVs)
I got my cake up, my estate up, shit like a breeze to me (Breeze)
Y'all boys better wake up, bruh, I'm in the gym and ain't no lean in me
Lean with me (Rock with me)
And I brought my team with me
And they brought them shh, know them bad hoes, don't be mean to me
Hit her with that shh, she ain't that, she can't be seen with me
She done came with him, but when she left, she tryna leave with me
Bleed with me, Crip with me, nigga
Bro say he fucked up, come get with me, nigga
This ain't no luck, come take risks with me, nigga
We still goin' up, I'm puttin' Richies on hitters (Richie me)
Bust down on bad bitches, this shit keep gettin' bigger (Bigger and bigger)
Hold up
I'm like, "Hold up, wait a minute"
AR got like eighty in it (Brr)
Once we start, we takin' niggas (Yeah)
I'm too rich to fake it with ya
I had ate her out in Paris, told her I love her, I'm playin' with her
I had liked her, but I cut her when I found out my man hit her (Cut)
She a bad girl, know how to negotiate that big up Jamaican dinner
She know I'm an asset to her, I ain't even know how fake it with her (Asset)
I been chillin', really healin', y'all gon' really make a nigga
They at war, but bitch come on, come say the Chasers' prayer with us
Get money
Chase it, chase it, chase it, get money
Chase it, chase it, chase it, get money
(Chase it, chase it, chase it, get money)
(Chase it, chase it, chase it, get money)
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
