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T.I.

Hip Hop

Chasing Me (feat. Iggy Azalea, Young Dro & Kris Strephens)

T.I.

Too much money for a spit, these bitches canít see me
I told em they just chasin, they could catch me on the TV
Got that triple 8, stays before the kids that keep a PG
All my dancers, swear to God I roll you for the Fiji
These bitches always tryna hold a bitch back
Pussy on a pedestal, now tell them hoes kiss that
Nowadays Iím feelin like fuck a hater feelings
ĎCause they got me fucked up like sex on the ceiling
Iímma take now these hoes is tip tippin on my dick
Iím in Texas like Iím Trae Tha Truth, sippin on that grit
Hold a temporary visa but thick as a southern man
And if yall mad at that Iím just tellin Iíll fuck em wild

I donít gotta chase money Ďcause the moneyís always chasin, chasin me
I donít gotta look for fame Ďcause the fame is always reachin, seekin me
And I know you came down, make it look easy
I wanna know how
Guess thatís why youíre chasin, chasin me that long

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 Iím finna shoot, nigga he on snap backs
He lookin for the fame and Iím lookin where he had that
100 million dollar ring, hoppin in and out of Range Rovers
I ainít know, you both get away from me, you bad luck
Hyper speed, like I gotta let the money catch up

I donít gotta chase money Ďcause the moneyís always chasin, chasin me
I donít gotta look for fame Ďcause the fame is always reachin, seekin me
And I know you came down, make it look easy
I wanna know how
Guess thatís why youíre chasin, chasin me that long

Your Maybach white, the whole roof is transcended
My bitch talkin but you canít understand Cuban
Iím high as a fly, Audemar, fan coolin
Iím putting 30 big grills up on the 10 million
Now thatís 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, youíll never bout to suck yo bitch
Uh, Iím on my Rocky Balboa shit
Overseas with my whores, ball ball and shit
Full of chrome, I got a Jones like no one click click pow
Donít get aroused, I ainít chasin

I donít gotta chase money Ďcause the moneyís always chasin, chasin me
I donít gotta look for fame Ďcause the fame is always reachin, seekin me
And I know you came down, make it look easy
I wanna know how
Guess thatís why youíre chasin, chasin me that long Too much money for a spit, these bitches canít see me
I told em they just chasin, they could catch me on the TV
Got that triple 8, stays before the kids that keep a PG
All my dancers, swear to God I roll you for the Fiji
These bitches always tryna hold a bitch back
Pussy on a pedestal, now tell them hoes kiss that
Nowadays Iím feelin like fuck a hater feelings
ĎCause they got me fucked up like sex on the ceiling
Iímma take now these hoes is tip tippin on my dick
Iím in Texas like Iím Trae Tha Truth, sippin on that grit
Hold a temporary visa but thick as a southern man
And if yall mad at that Iím just tellin Iíll fuck em wild

I donít gotta chase money Ďcause the moneyís always chasin, chasin me
I donít gotta look for fame Ďcause the fame is always reachin, seekin me
And I know you came down, make it look easy
I wanna know how
Guess thatís why youíre chasin, chasin me that long

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 Iím finna shoot, nigga he on snap backs
He lookin for the fame and Iím lookin where he had that
100 million dollar ring, hoppin in and out of Range Rovers
I ainít know, you both get away from me, you bad luck
Hyper speed, like I gotta let the money catch up

I donít gotta chase money Ďcause the moneyís always chasin, chasin me
I donít gotta look for fame Ďcause the fame is always reachin, seekin me
And I know you came down, make it look easy
I wanna know how
Guess thatís why youíre chasin, chasin me that long

Your Maybach white, the whole roof is transcended
My bitch talkin but you canít understand Cuban
Iím high as a fly, Audemar, fan coolin
Iím putting 30 big grills up on the 10 million
Now thatís 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, youíll never bout to suck yo bitch
Uh, Iím on my Rocky Balboa shit
Overseas with my whores, ball ball and shit
Full of chrome, I got a Jones like no one click click pow
Donít get aroused, I ainít chasin

I donít gotta chase money Ďcause the moneyís always chasin, chasin me
I donít gotta look for fame Ďcause the fame is always reachin, seekin me
And I know you came down, make it look easy
I wanna know how
Guess thatís why youíre chasin, chasin me that long
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