And I chase money, you chase hope
And I ain't stoppin' till I'm rockin' to the face
And I chase money, you chase hope
And I ain't stoppin' till I'm rockin' to the face
Break bread, I'm fake dead
Let me clip my throat so I can make sure I sound like money
That's the way it go, break bread, I'm fake dead
That's the way it go, ride for the vibe
Ain't know where the * it is, no introduction needed
Hey, Lucifer, Lucifer
Yeah, I got hella swag, I'm flyer than a hella pan
That's why these haters jealous, man
I put it in they face, my over's hella sass
My pockets filled with bills, same colors, relish, razz
I'm on my sumo *, I does it sumo big
I'm on that Mississippi, that color purple, you know bitch
Leanin' like a bulimic, stomach lookin' like Juno *
Drink belly, pour up a numero uno, quit
I'm not sick, but my pockets ain't hella congested
I'm not sick, I be damned
I better correct
Not meskin', but nigga, I'm hella connected
So I'm runnin' through that bread like a delicatessen
Foreign whips, foreign chick, ain't you tell a complexion
I'm not good, bitch, I'm great, my * is perfected
My throat so, I spit cold, my * is infected
And keep that click, click
No, not no gold, pack that magna, nigga, hold that
I suggest you stroll back before I make you hold that
That's right, oh, I'm the shooter, one-in-one gun saluter
A bullet distributor
Eat you like barracudas
I'm off in Sambuca
Got me two bad dicks
I'm in that Glamfuscia
Now that's a bad will
And I got mad chills
I call them flamin' hots
Cheetos, yeah, I get money
You just complain a lot
About how you doin' bad
And how that money stress ya
About how you got no homes
And I'm the reason why she love ya
Nuttin' professor pockets
My pants look respusia
Milo, jay, guai
I'm stackin' to the future
I'm on that Mississippi, that color purple, you know bitch
Leanin' like a bulimic




I don't know where I'm goin' out
anya, like I don't gotta
See her sweet ass
imp deux