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- 50 Cent Chase The Paper 歌詞
- 50 Cent
- I'm still a rider I'm still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel that's how I'm owning
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love nigga I'm money making
I'm still a baller I'm still balling
That's five times I ain't picked up your bitch still calling
I'm super ghetto I'm still with the shit
Still pass the steel to my nigga hit a lick
We still mob niggas steal stuff
We still deal after deal shit is no problem
He still love her she ain't shit
Get her a pair of Louboutins she suck a dick
Still real niggas still will kill
Told the still bitch don't squeal get your cap peeled
The Mac filled black talons hollow tips
Copper-tops get your ass popped watch a body drop
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
I'm still a rider I'm still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel that's how I'm owning
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love nigga I 'm money making
I'm clean as a motherf**ker still getting my hands dirty
Bitches they wanna f**k grab a glass you looking thirsty
See I'm a gangsta you soft as R&B singers
I'm at a war with the banger in the club with the shanker
Mask on Lone Ranger scope on the K long ranger
Rather be alive and rich than die and be famous
Live my life in the fast lane I crash into anything
I ain't here to entertain when I let them bullets sing
Rims on Rida Gang slap the f**k out of you nigga
Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that you' re lame
You chasing these bitches instead of chasing your paper
Niggas taking your bitches while they taking your paper
I'm gone
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
I'm still a rider I'm still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel that's how I'm owning
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love nigga I'm money making
She on my leg like a little kid
She hump my leg like a horny pit
Pitbull in a skirt yeah I'm a magnet
Now I ain't running after no broads she stuck on my dick
I'm a different breed blame it on my genes
Money in my jeans pockets turn her eyes green
She's seeing dollar signs I'm seeing reasons why
Never had to stress no pussy I'm one of a kind
Pretty nigga with a gorgeous gun
You die a beautiful death pull a stunt look
There ain't a bitch more dime than me
The thirst is real she knocking over drinks to get next to me
While you
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
I'm still a rider I'm still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel that's how I'm owning
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
You're a sucker forlove nigga I'm money making
Ghetto niggas still will pick a penny up
You outside chasing them hoes throwing your Henny up
Little homie loading a semi up
Catch him all after the club tell him to ante up
Anyway each and every day I'm looking for a better way
You owe me you better pay
Ghost let the Beretta spray
Hood want uncut dope and some better yea
I ain't chasing pussy never have
Hustle hard take a break run and get some head and ass
Still robbing still rolling still need a mask
Still popping still slinging still need the cash
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
I'm still a rider I'm still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel that's how I'm owning
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
You chase the hoes I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love nigga I'm money making
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