Chinx - Paper Chaser lyrics
[Chinx - Paper Chaser lyrics]
You be paper chasing
You got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is
And make something out of nothing
You handle your biz
And don't be cryin and suffering
Yeah you know I'm going in
Yeah you know I'm going in
Fifty racks up in that Louis
Just made fifty more
Fifty rounds up out that Uzi
'gest you hit the floor
You on your grind, you make your runs
You keep your pockets healthy
You hit your runners with that work
Your block is rocking steady
That's what I'm talking about
Lil' one do your thing
You stepping on that competition
Pursuing your game thirty on your wrist
About eighty on your sterling
You got them haters sick, they finna hurl up
You pray to God you keep your focus
Never go insane
Make each and every dollar count and
Stack all of your change
But them jackers they ain't jacking
That shit that you say
They catch you slipping, line you up
That chopper hit your brain
All this water on me make
These bitches go insane
Workaholic make my donuts with
That coffee man
I'm stepping out, work, I'm stepping on
Inquisition for that paper probably
Call my mo-, call my mobile phone
You fuck around
Them killers put your shit up on a curb
Knock your melon off your neck
Your days have been disturbed
Cross we grow up back to
Back in front that venue
Leave with your chick right in that whip
I cut that like a
Balling so hard on these busters
Think I need a ring
While you cramping on that locker room
I'm in the game
They need to know I'm crushing
Everything within my range
My jewelry dripping and that candy paint
You see them stained
You got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is
And make something out of nothing
You handle your biz
And don't be cryin and suffering
Yeah you know I'm going in
Yeah you know I'm going in
Fifty racks up in that Louis
Just made fifty more
Fifty rounds up out that Uzi
'gest you hit the floor
You on your grind, you make your runs
You keep your pockets healthy
You hit your runners with that work
Your block is rocking steady
That's what I'm talking about
Lil' one do your thing
You stepping on that competition
Pursuing your game thirty on your wrist
About eighty on your sterling
You got them haters sick, they finna hurl up
You pray to God you keep your focus
Never go insane
Make each and every dollar count and
Stack all of your change
But them jackers they ain't jacking
That shit that you say
They catch you slipping, line you up
That chopper hit your brain
All this water on me make
These bitches go insane
Workaholic make my donuts with
That coffee man
I'm stepping out, work, I'm stepping on
Inquisition for that paper probably
Call my mo-, call my mobile phone
You fuck around
Them killers put your shit up on a curb
Knock your melon off your neck
Your days have been disturbed
Cross we grow up back to
Back in front that venue
Leave with your chick right in that whip
I cut that like a
Balling so hard on these busters
Think I need a ring
While you cramping on that locker room
I'm in the game
They need to know I'm crushing
Everything within my range
My jewelry dripping and that candy paint
You see them stained