Paper Chaser Lyrics

Real paper chaser, I used to text hoes back then, they ain't respond to hours later

They see I'm poppin' now they bite faster than alligators

She bad and but I swear to God that I'll never chase her

A star in the making, wake up everyday writing songs

I got a dream that I'm chasing

I'm impatient, I want the millions now but I know that it's coming

Throw a hoodie on when it's storming

It's raining too hard, I'm getting wet, I ain't give up yet

I ball like I'm playing for the Mets

Okay, manifesting that brand new jet

I'm a private person, about my people I hurt you pick out a hurst

Feeling lost and all they say is go to church

It ain't gonna help the hurt

I've been putting pain in every verse

The hood relate to it

Nisi don't get paid until the first

I'm trying to change that

Switch up the fashion and now they lurk

I don't like that

Ooh, she bad, I eat her for dessert

I know she like that

I'm getting off topic

I want that brand new Jag, Matt Black

Or fuck it, get a Hellcat

I'ma skirt off on a em anyway

I'm gone and I ain't looking back

Don't care about what the haters say as long as my pockets get fat

Might mess around and take your bae

I wanna her cuz that ass fast

I'ma let you keep her

I don't need her

All I need is racks

I make money, I don't let it make me

Real paper chaser, nigga

I don't need your sympathy

My partner Dre laying in that grave

I ain't get to see him, that shit had hurt me

I first moved to the ville ian no nobody

You the first nigga to approach me

Reminiscing about yesterday

Small city, we both had big dreams of getting paid

Started smoking weed to the face

I was trying to deal with the pain

Small city, we both had big dreams of getting paid

Started smoking weed to the face

I was trying to deal with the pain

Real paper chaser

I used to text hoes back then

They ain't respond to hours later

They see I'm popping, now they bite faster than alligators

She bad and all but I swear to God that I'll never chase her

A star in the making

Wake up every day writing songs

I got a dream that I'm chasing

I'm impatient

I want the millions now, but I know that it's coming

Throw a hoodie on when it's storming

It's raining too hard

I'm getting wet

I ain't give up yet

I ball like I play for the Mets