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Yeah COD 2 nigga Free Tune If'it ain't right, it ain't right And I've been chasing this money so long That a nigga ain't had no sleep Residue on the scale from the powder AK by the door for the beef And I've been chasing this money so long Been a week since a nigga been home And I'm cutting fish scale with the fishes Soon as the work come in it's gone Yeah Real street nigga thirty-five for a brick Sell it for the forty one made a flip for the six Moving all night I ain't breaking down shit I be thumbin through the check with my down ass bitch Crib in LA nigga so is my gun If the feds come for me then I'm going on a run Told mama 'bout the stash for the bills and the bond Told my baby mamas take care of my sons Credit better give me I ain't turnin in shit Talkin bout it's fish scale but it's really re-rock Fuck around get pumped like a pair of Reeboks Niggas out here wearin wires so I'm shuttin down shop E'ery know my spot so I'm clutchin my Glock Mama said I need to quit but I ain't gon' stop It's in my blood and I got it from my pops Yeah I got it from my pops Break it down flip it Nigga wanna cook then he gotta come get it Catch another work tryna see more digits Marathonin' through the check, call it rubber band business I don't fuck with the codeine or the molly I be on point cause them other niggas sloppy Ten four fuck, nigga roger that and copy Got my head on a swivel And my finger on the trigger of the motherfuckin' shotty And I've been chasing this money so long That a nigga ain't had no sleep Residue on the scale from the powder AK by the door for the beef And I've been chasing this money so long Been a week since a nigga been home And I'm cutting fish scale with the fishes Soon as the work come in it's gone And I've been chasing this money so long That a nigga ain't had no sleep Residue on the scale from the powder AK by the door for the beef And I've been chasing this money so long Been a week since a nigga been home And I'm cutting fish scale with the fishes Soon as the work come in it's gone Yeah Real street nigga 35 for a pound Got a place for them hoes that ain't even touch down Sell them hoes I ain't breakin nothin' down Nigga say he want five on the other side of town Try to rob me and Imma lay ya ass down Gotta thumb through the check funny money goin' round Back to the hood cause I'm east side bound Got a chopper in the trap and it hold a hundred rounds Let a nigga play me how the fuck that sound I be thuggin like it's legal, breaking bread with my people Stash spot up in the regal with the workin' desert eagle Nigga say he want beef but I ain't no vegan Wolves in my hood when they hungry Imma feed em Fuck these niggas I don't trust em I don't need em I don't love these hoes I pipe em I don't eat em Bitch can't get shit from me but my peter In the kitchen with the fish where I'm clutchin' my heater Bad mamacita butt naked in a beater And she do what I tell her cause she know that I don't need'er Got a crib in NY with a plug and the reefer Got my bands up I ain't gotta pull em out And I don't ride rims cause they make me stand out Broke ass niggas always callin' for a handout Come with that fuckery and it'll be a man down And I've been chasing this money so long That a nigga ain't had no sleep Residue on the scale from the powder AK by the door for the beef And I've been chasing this money so long Been a week since a nigga been home And I'm cutting fish scale with the fishes Soon as the work come in it's gone And I've been chasing this money so long That a nigga ain't had no sleep Residue on the scale from the powder AK by the door for the beef And I've been chasing this money so long Been a week since a nigga been home And I'm cutting fish scale with the fishes Soon as the work come in it's gone So long (chasing)
Writer(s): Dante Qushawan Farrar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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