Baby Smoove, CHASETHEMONEY - Side Of The Ocean lyrics
[Baby Smoove, CHASETHEMONEY - Side Of The Ocean lyrics]
(ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
Hit the gas, you gon' hear the motor open
Fa
Hit the gas, you gon' hear the motor open
Yeah, it's mine
But I drive it like it's stolen
Pouring Wock', I call that the magic potion
Eating dinner off the side of the ocean
Homicide, we'll throw him in the
Six hundred for these shorts
I done bought like six pairs
Put so much drank in the pop
Looking at my cup scary
My bitch mad at me, shit
But I don't really care
I'ma get you right, bro
I got something in the air
When it's walkdown time, man
A nigga here scary
If you can't take the heat
Get the fuck out the kitchen
You can't shoot everybody nowadays
Niggas snitching if you touch my pints
Then you gon' go missing
It's like twenty Bossa Nova bags
All through the kitchen
All you hear is the motor
Then it do a little whistle
All you hear is the motor, hit the lights
Then we get you
Got ninety-nine choppers, yeah
One for every issue
Riding with a Five-seveN
That's a real big pistol
If you wanna start the car, hit the button
Boy, what you doing minor, it ain't nothing
Now I shift and hit the gas, get it jumping
(ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
Now I shift and hit the gas, get it
(Let's get it)
One-fifty on my line, bitch, you two
I'm the one pull up, box a nigga in
So we know he can't run
Pull up, box a nigga in
Then we empty our guns
Sipping lean on the beach
You ain't did neither one
Forty round on the chopper
Or I could switch it to the drum
You was loving on that ho, boy
I know you feel dumb (Fa)
Hit the gas, you gon' hear the motor open
Yeah, it's mine
But I drive it like it's stolen
Pouring Wock', I call that the magic potion
Eating dinner off the side of the ocean
Fa
Hit the gas, you gon' hear the motor open
Fa
Hit the gas, you gon' hear the motor open
Yeah, it's mine
But I drive it like it's stolen
Pouring Wock', I call that the magic potion
Eating dinner off the side of the ocean
Homicide, we'll throw him in the
Six hundred for these shorts
I done bought like six pairs
Put so much drank in the pop
Looking at my cup scary
My bitch mad at me, shit
But I don't really care
I'ma get you right, bro
I got something in the air
When it's walkdown time, man
A nigga here scary
If you can't take the heat
Get the fuck out the kitchen
You can't shoot everybody nowadays
Niggas snitching if you touch my pints
Then you gon' go missing
It's like twenty Bossa Nova bags
All through the kitchen
All you hear is the motor
Then it do a little whistle
All you hear is the motor, hit the lights
Then we get you
Got ninety-nine choppers, yeah
One for every issue
Riding with a Five-seveN
That's a real big pistol
If you wanna start the car, hit the button
Boy, what you doing minor, it ain't nothing
Now I shift and hit the gas, get it jumping
(ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
Now I shift and hit the gas, get it
(Let's get it)
One-fifty on my line, bitch, you two
I'm the one pull up, box a nigga in
So we know he can't run
Pull up, box a nigga in
Then we empty our guns
Sipping lean on the beach
You ain't did neither one
Forty round on the chopper
Or I could switch it to the drum
You was loving on that ho, boy
I know you feel dumb (Fa)
Hit the gas, you gon' hear the motor open
Yeah, it's mine
But I drive it like it's stolen
Pouring Wock', I call that the magic potion
Eating dinner off the side of the ocean
Fa