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[Intro]

(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)

On my tour bus, I really need some Percs, I need some weed

Some, some-some

Some-some, some-some, some-some (Bitch)

(DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)

Uh-huh, yeah

[Verse: Juice WRLD & Ally Lotti]

Uh, everyday chasin' the racks, yeah

They ask where I'm from, it's the 'Raq, yeah

Guaranteein' I came up on a sack (Uh-oh)

Now everybody wanna pat me on the back, yeah (Uh-huh)

Everybody wanna tell me congrats, yeah (Uh-huh)

You ain't gotta do all that, yeah (Uh-huh)

You weren't with me in the trap, yeah (Uh-huh)

My wrist a Ferrari, ain't talkin' tarantula (Uh)

Look at my bank account, shit is gargantuan (Uh-huh)

I'm not from this planet, I feel like a Namekian (Yeah, uh-huh)

Your nigga a dummy, he just like a mannequin (Uh)

I'm fresh to death, bitch, I feel like a mannequin (Uh)

Havoc come, savages causin' insanity (Uh)

If you fuck with my friends or my girl or my momma

I'm putting a hit on your whole fuckin' family (Uh, uh)

Put both of my wrists on freezer, hard to believe like Black Jesus, uh (Okay)

I got a choppa to send you to hell like you just slapped Jesus, uh

You came out the crack of an asshole, shit, you ain't nothing but a pile of feces, uh

I don't need Jesus pieces, uh, just hoes, Reeses' pieces, uh

Haha, (I just woke you up then)

I'm a funny ass nigga, ain't I? (Okay)

Picasso on the beat, I'ma draw like a painter

Now the bitch giving me brain, pop out her retainer (Yeah)

If she ever take it out, cum on her retainer

Smith and Wesson 500, feel like a lone ranger

Momma told me, "Never talk to strangers" (Uh-huh)

I look in the mirror and talk to a stranger (Uh-huh)

I keep my hoes in cages (Yeah)

But I ain't R. Kelly, she told me her cage was amazin' (Oh yeah)

Life is a book, it's crazy (Uh)

I get richer every single time that I'm turnin' the pages (Uh-huh)

Niggas be fake and shady

Gotta watch, them niggas gettin' fucked over by they homies on the daily (Uh)

Ain't nobody believe I could do it, but Bailey

Cray-cray Christopher McMillan call me the greatest

Saint Laurent Coat is chinchilla, dressed in the latest

I'm a mo'fuckin' gorilla, I'm on my ape shit

I was listening to Spinrila, prayin' I make it

Shit gettin' too real, I'ma musical drug dealer

Make a fuck nigga see the crossroads, I'm a Bone Thug nigga (Uh-huh)

No love, shotty with twelve slugs (Uh-uh), stone-cold killer (Yeah)

A lot of hoes only fuck and say I love 'em

My dick Pinocchio with her (Yeah)

Hood kid, better than the Louis V on the denim (Uh)

They know me overseas, doper than a coke king (Uh)

Moncler, Dior, Gucci, plus more, nigga, I'm the coat king (Mm-mm)

Momma told me to—

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[Outro]

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(DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)

(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)