"Ctm" lyrics

CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY
Chase money till I D-I-E
I'm a Parkside Baby
I'm a Parkside Bandit
You know I love that, love it

I been through hell and back, nothing excites me
These nigga hate me, but they bite me
Heard it's money on my head, nigga don't like me
All because of money, most likely
But I'ma chase money till I D-I-E
I'ma chase money till I D-I-E
Aye, I'ma chase money till I D-I-E
Aye, till I D-I-E

You a fake rapper, you a capper
You rapping 'bout this, but you're not a soul snatcher
Tough guy, but with these bullets, you a dancer
I ain't gon' lie, you'll look fly in a banner
Like the P on my Philly hat
If I don't know you and you flex, nigga, gimme that
You ain't gon' see me, only see me where the chili at
My nigga crazy, they gon' catch a body in Disneyland
I know what I've done, I don't gotta prove nothing
If rap don't work, I'm back to dough hunting
We been hitting licks, we've been road running
We was breaking into houses as little youngins (I been)

I been through hell and back, nothing excites me
These nigga hate me, but they bite me
Heard it's money on my head, nigga don't like me
All because of money, most likely
But I'ma chase money till I D-I-E
I'ma chase money till I D-I-E
Aye, I'ma chase money till I D-I-E
Aye, till I D-I-E

CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY