Chorus:
Went from chasing b*tches, to chasing money, to b*tches chasing me
Now every time I f*ck, I cannot f*ck for free
Shawty come f*ck with me, I'm riding in the two door Beamer with the leather seats, yeah
Verse 1:
Tired of n*ggas lyin', they ain't ballin'
They takin' shots, my shots the only ones that's really fallin' (pew pew pew pew)
Designer clothes, exotic hoes. flexin' in the spot now the camera pose
I'm just stayin happy, can a n*gga live? (Can I?)
Are you still a loser? Does she want my kids?
Does she want to call the uber get away from this?
I say my lifestyle so sick, people pay for this
I walk inside, they say "Hey look, there he is" (Is that K$ace?)
We posin' for the 'gram, her man about to block me
And then he text her "You can't go to no K$ace parties"
Sound like he hatin' don't it? These n*ggas fake, they phony (FuFu)
I drop the tip they on it, make n*ggas go unnoticed
I rock the fur in the Summer like I'm UGK, cause I'm the sh*t you can smell it from a mile away
Then I tell 'em that I came a long way
Chorus:
Went from chasing b*tches, to chasing money, to b*tches chasing me
Now every time I f*ck, I cannot f*ck for free
Shawty come f*ck with me, I'm riding in the two door Beamer with the leather seats
Went from chasing b*tches, to chasing money, to b*tches chasing me
Now every time I f*ck, I cannot f*ck for free
Shawty come f*ck with me, I'm riding in the two door Beamer with the leather seats
From chasing b*tches, to chasing money, to b*tches chasing me
Now every time I f*ck, I cannot f*ck for free
Shawty come f*ck with me, I'm riding in the two door Beamer with the leather seats