Hustle Gang - Chasin Me (feat. Kris Stephens, Young Dro, T.I., Iggy Azalea) lyrics

Too much money for a spin
These bitches can't see me
I told em they just chasin'
They could catch me on the TV
We got that triple X's before their
Kids I keep it PG
All my diamonds clear as water gotta
Roll with all the Fiji
These bitches always tryna hold a bitch back
Pussy on a pedestal
Now tell them hoes kiss that
Nowadays I'm feelin' like fuck
A hater feelings
'Cause they got me fucked up
Like sex on the ceiling
Now I'ma tip now these hoes
Is tip-tippin' on my dick
I'm in Texas like I'm Trae Tha Truth
Sippin on that grit
Hold a temporary visa but thick
As a southern man and if ya'll mad at that
I'm just sayin' ''Oh-fuckin'-well''

I don't gotta chase money 'cause
The money's always chasin, chasin' me down
I don't gotta look for fame 'cause
The fame is always reachin, seekin' me down
And I know you hate me, I make it look easy
Y'all wanna know how
Guess that's why you're chasin'
Chasin' me down

Cheese in my briefcase, bread in my backpack
Laugh at niggas chasin money askin
Where the cash at they chasin me
Hope the riches kept on a fast track
And big dog paper
Pussy niggas got cash stacks
Ridin in that turbo Porsche
Panamera hatchback something worth 100K
Nigga can you match that?
Checks OB and hit the bank and
Say how can we cash that?
Quarter mill on tennis shoes
50K on snap backs
He lookin for the fame and I'm
Lookin where he had that
100 million dollar ring
Hoppin in and out of Range Rovers
I ain't know you broke, get away from me
You bad luck lemme' hyper speed
Like I gotta let the money catch up

I don't gotta chase money 'cause
The money's always chasin, chasin' me down
I don't gotta look for fame 'cause
The fame is always reachin, seekin' me down
And I know you hate me, I make it look easy
Y'all wanna know how
Guess that's why you're chasin'
Chasin' me down

Your Maybach white
The whole roof is transcended
My bitch talkin' but you
Can't understand Cuban
I'm high as a fly, Audemar, fan coolin
I'm putting 30 big grills up
On the 10 million
Now that's a 10 you could play
Watchin cartoons in the Jag, Jimmy Neutron
I really go bananas
This will catch yo mouth and shit
Relocate your chess
You'll never bout to suck yo bitch
Uh, I'm on my Rocky Balboa shit
Overseas with my whores, Bora Bora shit
Full of chrome
I got a Jones like no one click click pow
Don't get aroused, I ain't chasin

I don't gotta chase money 'cause
The money's always chasin, chasin' me down
I don't gotta look for fame 'cause
The fame is always reachin, seekin' me down
And I know you hate me, I make it look easy
Y'all wanna know how
Guess that's why you're chasin'
Chasin' me down