Chase The Paper (ft. Prodigy / Kidd Kidd / Styles P)

I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling

A nigga 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, nigga, I'm money making

I'm still a baller, I'm still balling

That's five times I ain't picked up, your bitch still calling

I'm super ghetto, I'm still with the shit

Still pass the steel to my nigga, hit a lick

We still mob, niggas steal stuff

We still deal after deal, shit is no problem

He still love her, she ain't shit

Get her a pair of Louboutins, she suck a dick

Still real niggas, still will kill

Told the still bitch don't squeal, get your cap peeled

The Mac filled, black talons, hollow tips

Copper-tops, get your ass popped, watch a body drop

I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling

A nigga 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, nigga, I'm money making

I'm clean as a motherfucker, still getting my hands dirty

Bitches they wanna fuck, 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 fuck out of you, nigga

Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that you're lame

You chasing these bitches instead of chasing your paper

Niggas taking your bitches while they taking your paper

I'm gone

I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling

A nigga 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, nigga, I'm money making

She on my leg like a little kid

She hump my leg like a horny 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 pussy, I'm one of a kind

Pretty nigga with a gorgeous gun

You die a beautiful death, pull a stunt, look

There ain't a bitch more dime than me

The thirst is real, she knocking over drinks to get next to me

While you

I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling

A nigga 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, nigga, I'm money making

Ghetto niggas still will 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 yea

I ain't chasing pussy, never have

Hustle hard, take a break, run and get some head and ass

Still robbing, still rolling, still need a mask

Still popping, still slinging, still need the cash

I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling

A nigga 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, nigga, I'm money making