Money JD - Chasing (Ft Lil Joe)

Yo b*tch she know that I'm on
F*ck on yo b*tch she all in my zone
F*ck on yo B*tch
She suck this d*ck
I told yo b*tch
I keep da sticks
Aye
Youngin in this b*tch
Wit da choppas n sh*t
Baggin this b*tch
Yeah we crashing n sh*t
Floodin up speakers
F*ckin on yo b*tch
Uh
I done freestyled wit da sh*t
Aye
I'm 17 living rich
F*ckin on yo b*tch wit a b*tch
I told yo b*tch
She wanna f*ck wit da kid
She know how high I can get
I took yo b*tch
Aye
I f*ck yo b*tch
I f*cked yo b*tch
Aye
I'll f*ck yo b*tch
Damn
Young n*gga really tryna chase dat bag
You talkin money you n*ggas is sad
I left you n*ggas in dat lad
Talkin bout Joe, I'll pull out n spazz
Damn
RIP Lil Winky bro
Talk bout money n we chasing dat bro
Aye
Young n*gga really livin rich
Talk bout money I'm da sh*t
Gang in this b*tch
All of my n*ggas gone bang
They claimin they gang
You n*ggas is lame
Stay in yo lane
You can't f*ck wit my gang
Young lil n*ggas
Yeah we really bout change
Aye
Youngin in this Bitch told me go hard
Go hard
So I'm finna flow I'm finna go hard
Hard
N*ggas talkin sh*t
You ain't really all hard
F*ck around
Whole squad
Uh D*mn
Talk about money
N*ggas is lame
You ain't gettin money
You flexing with fake chains
Fake jewelry
Needa stay in yo lane
Aye
The law house b*tch just sh*t
Aye
The law house pulled up wit da sh*t
Aye d*mn
F*cked up at da end but sh*t
Aye

Chasin, I'm chasin, I'm chasin
Diamonds they glazin
You n*ggas fugazin
Say all of my graces
Serve all of them patients
Keep da rotation
My leaf keep on blazin
Ooh
Pulled up Mercedes
Yo b*tch
D*ck crazy
F*cked on dat h*e
Her name was Stacy
Hop off my d*ck I balled out McGrady
Had to remix on this slim shady

All my creations
Made in the basement
Cops couldn't trace it
I am da truth why couldn't you face it
Them brownis I laced it
Ooh
Started from zero
Added a hundred
Went to a mil
Dirty sprite know I won't spill
Look at my grill
Diamonds shining wide
Fresher than a pack of old spice
Make a 7 every time
When i shoot da dice
Chasing
I'm chasing
I'm chasing
All of da bread
Is all on my mind
Too much the bread
It took all my time
Will never rewind
My waste wit da 4
Knockin on my doe
Gettin money envelopes
N*ggas couldn't fw me
Even with my eyes low
Know I put in work in da studio
Don't ever say you a day one
When momma couldn't even make none
Back when I ate crumbs
Job was to go out there and shake sum
Ooh
Now she popped all them Perkies
She getting down dirty
Big booty wit small tits
She know how to work it
Chasing
I'm chasing
I'm chasing
Making da bread
I am a payment
I can't go down on da pavement
God is da one dat done saved me
Guap is the reason I ain't lazy
So is my t lady
First time hitting licks took my first ounce
Getting high suit life like the twin spouse
Try some funny leave u like a dead Mouse
Time is the money
Don't give a f*ck bout da honey
Just want a block of da sunny
Nose is still running
Cuz its still coming
Look at my fangs
Diamonds the same
Purple the rain
My ice can't drain
F*ck all da fame
Life was insane
Killing them n*ggas
Making dem figures
Yo money my money
But cut up with scissors
Cuz I'm getting richer

Written by:
Jonah Donnell

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