50 cent – Chase The Paper

50 cent – Chase The Paper Lyrics

Artist: 50 cent
Song: Chase The Paper

I’m still a rider, I’m still rolling
A n#gg# still hold the steel, that’s how I’m owning
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper

You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You’re a sucker for love, n#gg#, I’m money making
I’m still a baller, I’m still balling
That’s five times I ain’t picked up, your b#tch still calling

I’m super ghetto, I’m still with the sh#t
Still pass the steel to my n#gg#, hit a lick
We still mob, n#gg#s steal stuff
We still deal after deal, sh#t is no problem

He still love her, she ain’t sh#t
Get her a pair of Louboutins, she suck a dick
Still real n#gg#s, still will kill
Told the still b#tch don’t squeal, get your cap peeled

The Mac filled, black talons, hollow tips
Copper-tops, get your #ss popped, watch a body drop
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]

I’m clean as a m#th*rf#ck*r, still getting my hands dirty
b#tches they wanna f#ck, grab a glass, you looking thirsty
See I’m a gangsta, you soft as R&B singers
I’m at a war with the banger, in the club with the shanker

Mask on, lone ranger, scope on the K, long ranger
Rather be alive and rich than die and be famous
Live my life in the fast lane, I crash into anything
I ain’t here to entertain when I let them bullets sing

Rims on, Rida Gang, slap the f#ck out of you, n#gg#
Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that you’re lame
You chasing these b#tches instead of chasing your paper
n#gg#s taking your b#tches while they taking your paper

I’m gone
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Prodigy]
She on my leg like a little kid

She hump my leg like a h#rn# pit
Pitbull in a skirt, yeah, I’m a magnet
Now I ain’t running after no broads, she stuck on my dick
I’m a different breed, blame it on my genes

Money in my jeans, pockets turn her eyes green
She’s seeing dollar signs, I’m seeing reasons why
Never had to stress no p#ss#, I’m one of a kind
Pretty n#gg# with a gorgeous gun

You die a beautiful death, pull a stunt, look
There ain’t a b#tch more dime than me
The thirst is real, she knocking over drinks to get next to me
While you

[Hook]
[Verse 4: Styles P]
Ghetto n#gg#s still’ll pick a penny up
You outside chasing them hoes throwing your Henny up

Little homie loading a semi up
Catch him all after the club, tell him to ante up
Anyway, each and every day, I’m looking for a better way
You owe me, you better pay

Ghost, let the beretta spray
Hood want uncut dope and some better yay
I ain’t chasing p#ss#, never have
Hustle hard, take a break, run and get some head and #ss

Still robbing, still rolling, still need a mask
Still popping, still slinging, still need the cash
[Hook]
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Release Year: 2014