BRhodes - See You Later

I been out here chasing paper
No time to chill I promise Imma see you later
Chasing the sun catch me in Florida like a gator
I don't fuck with these niggas cause they be haters

Aye
Yeah and I been riding to my own shit
Finally fell in love and these bitches won't leave me alone yeah
Gotta get this money get this bag I'm On the phone yeah
They carry it for fashion I carry it to make it home yeah

Uh
They be faking fronting for the gram
Don't gotta say too much they know just who I am
I'm pulling up I'm copping ounces while they copping grams
Designer boy you see me dripping all over the gram
I see they pocket watching
They really need to stop it
Mercedes coupe I'm taking just off like a rocket
Thousands I done spent you should see my closet
Amiri Demin chromed my heart with the go yard wallet
Yeah
And I been riding to my own shit
Finally fell in love and these bitches won't leave me alone yeah
Gotta get this money get this bag I'm On the phone yeah
They carry it for fashion I carry it to make it home yeah
Aye
I been out here chasing paper
No time to chill I promise Imma see you later
Chasing the sun catch me in Florida like a gator
I don't fuck with these niggas cause they be haters
Aye
Yeah and I been riding to my own shit
Finally fell in love and these bitches won't leave me alone yeah
Gotta get this money get this bag I'm On the phone yeah
They carry it for fashion I carry it to make it home yeah

Imma grind until I get it right
Just let me run this play and I'll be back tonight
I know I told you last time was the last time I miss my flight
Imma keep grinding until I get it right

And I don't be fucking with these bitches
Cause they just like niggas joking the latest chasing riches
I stay up on my grind
Keep that Money on my mind
Gotta be in a rush I can't be running outta time yeah

And I don't be fucking with these bitches
Cause they just like niggas joking the latest chasing riches
I stay up on my grind
Keep that Money on my mind
Gotta be in a rush I can't be running outta time yeah

Aye
I been out here chasing paper
No time to chill I promise Imma see you later
Chasing the sun catch me in Florida like a gator
I don't fuck with these niggas cause they be haters
Aye
Yeah and I been riding to my own shit
Finally fell in love and these bitches won't leave me alone yeah
Gotta get this money get this bag I'm On the phone yeah
They carry it for fashion I carry it to make it home yeah

Written by:
Bennie Rhodes

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