G.T. - Chasing Cash lyrics

After all the money I made
I'm still sittin' in the trap
Hood ain't gave us nothin'
Good, I don't know, i guess we trapped
Don't want them bricks if
They ain't stamped
If they short, we bringin' it back
Put my feet up in the Maybach
She in the back, I'm relaxed
I can't rap it if I ain't did it
This shit facts
Through my mans, you get my price
If I don't know you, you gettin' taxed
Straight flight to Oakland
What you smokin'? This shit thrax
We was probably done with it when you
Start puttin' your weed in packs
Got off the road, just made it back
Man, that lil' shit you
Flashin' ain't nothin'
I lost that shit in craps
And I still ain't done, nigga, back to back
We just poured a pint in two Sprites
It's just me and Smack
Mix it with the 'za, it got me smacked
Damn near missed my flight
If you ain't chasin' cash, what you doin'
Nigga? Get off your ass
Have 'em put the cash in thе bag
Pull off paper tag we heard about that shit
You talkin' 'bout, nigga
That shit makе-believe
I'm in the spot right now
It's full of 'bows
Feel like it's Christmas Eve
I pull up doin' two hundred in the whip
Feel like it's Need for Speed
My old-school cost a hundred
Shit look like it's out a magazine
All night servin' dope fiends
Gone off Xans and lean cuz whip it
It's gon' jump back like a trampoline
I influenced all my niggas
They say they feel it in my rap music
I grew up around niggas cookin' dope
This that crack music
They ain't never went to class
But they trap fluent
We can speed there all we want
But comin' back cruisin'