Paper Chase Lyrics

Paper chase for that money dark days can’t blind me from getting the bag

Paper chase for that money Nike tec black mask pull up to your hood pop you with a tec

Paper chase for that money always have my hands clean

All these opps outside peeping through the window

Watching my pockets watching my motion

Trynna get whif of this grind while I’m trynna get a whif of that milli

Milli rocking coz I know the money coming

Feeling rocky coz my side bitch built just like riri

Maths ain’t for me but the money really summing

Speaking English these ghetto bitches saying I’m acting fancy

Showed her my old snaps ask her she like lancey or lancey

Im in her dms cooking you’d swear I’m Gordon Ramsay

Paper chase for that money dark days can’t blind me from getting the bag

Paper chase for that money Nike tec black mask pull up to your hood pop you with a tec

Paper chase for that money always have my hands clean

Got my money app nighas asking me why I’m acting mean

Boy this life shit like a game you ain’t on my level

Just listening to my steps big steps they just treble

But they be calling my phone askin for favours askin for pebles

Now I’m up she hit me up yunno I gotta leave her on seen

It’s the same ghetto bitch yappin bout my speech

I don’t give no fucks she’s a lil thotty moving like a treech

I know she ghetto coz she said she never seen the beach

You tryynna get to me but I left y’all I’m outta reach

You tryynna catch me I’m like the flash baby boy I’m outta reach

She saying pull up to the crib I’m trynna eat her peach

She thinks imma chase her I got bigger things to chase

Paper chase for that money dark days can’t blind me from getting the bag

Paper chase for that money Nike tec black mask pull up to your hood pop you with a tec

Paper chase for that money always have my hands clean