Paper 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

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