"STATE PROPERTY" lyrics

Always there
Uh
I like to chase the money (Yeah)
I like to get on that money (Uh-uh)
I like to chase on that money (Okay)
I like to get on that- (Uh, uh)
I like to chase on that money (Okay, uh)
I like to get on that money (Yeah)

I need Benjamin's (Benjamin's), I need Jackson's (Jackson's)
I like to run it up, gettin' that money, tryna fuck off in Aspen
I gotta feed my family and team, I'on fuck with all that bullshit, I'm rappin'
Holdin' that stick, no plastic
Nigga-ass play, get static
Free all them boys down the road, doin' that time, shit get tragic (Free Five's)
We stay ten toes down with this shit, yeah, lawyer fees, we havin' (No bap)
Uh (Uh), that's another one come out the dirt (Come out the dirt)
I ain't leavin' my bro, what's the word? (Yeah, what's the word?)
Tryna show you, ain't nun' but berserk
Had to show you they was hangin' back then (Uh-uh)
Yeah, way-way back in the bin (Back in the bins)
Yeah, way-way back in the Nissan (No bap)
I ride with that stick, let it shoot some (Big stick)
Hit that block, then servin' that rerun (Frrt)
Uh, uh, yeah, we had to switch out the lanes, get racks (No bap)
We had to say fuck them boys (Yeah, no bap)
Stomp on the gas, yeah, we had to give 'em that fire (That fire)
Uh, runnin' it up forever (No bap)
Smokin' that H5 forever (H5)
Smokin' this shit forever (Yeah)

I had to run up the money
Put that shit on from Monday to Sunday
Rockin' these Balenciaga ski boots
Those ski boots carry them flames
I'm ridin' on the streets in a two-door coupe
We fillin' them brains, just let out the roof
Gave her the money, got her shinin' my boot
I'm smokin' on premium gas, it's fumes
Pucci wallet, different from Gucci
Tiffany bracelets, Cartier too
I like to get money, nigga, what about you? (What about you?)
Stuffin' money counters, yeah, that's all that we do
Get them racks from the bank, it's nun' but blues
This Givenchy shirt, Jimmy Choo
SVR, Range Rover, know this bitch fully loaded
I rock money, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

I need Benjamin's (Benjamin's), I need Jackson's (Jackson's)
I like to run it up, gettin' that money, tryna fuck off in Aspen
I gotta feed my family and team, I'on fuck with all that bullshit, I'm rappin'
Holdin' that stick, no plastic
Nigga-ass play, get static
Free all them boys down the road, doin' that time, shit get tragic (Free Five's)
We stay ten toes down with this shit, yeah, lawyer fees, we havin' (No bap)
Uh (Uh), that's another one come out the dirt (Come out the dirt)
I ain't leavin' my bro, what's the word? (Yeah, what's the word?)
Tryna show you, ain't nun' but berserk
Had to show you they was hangin' back then (Uh-uh)
Yeah, way-way back in the bin (Back in the bins)
Yeah, way-way back in the Nissan (No bap)
I ride with that stick, let it shoot some (Big stick)
Hit that block, then servin' that rerun (Frrt)
Uh, uh, yeah, we had to switch out the lanes, get racks (No bap)
We had to say fuck them boys (Yeah, no bap)
Stomp on the gas, yeah, we had to give 'em that fire (That fire)
Uh, runnin' it up forever (No bap)
Smokin' that H5 forever (H5)
Smokin' this shit forever