Released on February 24, 2015

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[Intro]

Baby bottle full of syrup, trap full of work (We boomin')

Blunt full of weed, Cookie mixed with—

Baby bottle full of syrup, trap full of work (We boomin')

Blunt full of weed, Cookie mixed with purp

Baby bottle full of syrup, trap full of work (We boomin')

Blunt full of weed, Cookie mixed with purp

(Drumma Boy)

My nigga, I'ma be chasin' that motherfuckin' money 'til I'm dead, man

For real (Yeah)

Yeah ('Cause all I know is get this motherfuckin' money)


[Verse 1]

Saw mama yesterday, she said, "You need to get some rest"

I told her I'll get some sleep when I'm dead

Shit, and I ain't got no friends, all my friends dead (Presidents)

Big heads and they tied up with rubber bands (Ayy, ayy)

Penthouse smokin' weed on the top floor like Bruh Man (Hahaha)

Still puttin' bitches up out my spot just like Martin

Told my plug to double up, tryna get that new Aston Martin

Droppin' off bails of weed in that V-coupe Charger (Skrrt)

Tall-ass nigga in that 911 Targa (Ayy)

Pulled up on your bitch, got some head, tipped her a hundred dollars (It's Dolph)

Smoked a blunt with her, got money to make, so I'ma holla (I'm gone)

We pourin' up lean in the club, you can keep them sparklers


[Chorus]

Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life (I ain't chasin' no bitches, dog)

Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life (What the fuck?)

Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life (Ayy, ayy)

All my niggas hustlers and live a high life (Uh-huh)

Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life (Yeah, that's my life)

Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life (You know what up with me)

Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life (Dope boy)

All my niggas hustlers and live a high life (High Class Street Music 5)


[Verse 2]

Baby bottle full of syrup, trap full of work (We boomin')

Blunt full of weed, Cookie mixed with purp (Yeah)

Fuck with me, he don't like livin', put him in the dirt (Fuck him)

Pull up in that drop and let that chopper squirt

Trappin' in Versace, diamonds kickin' like Mr. Miyagi

Trap been good to a young nigga, might go get my bitch an Audi

She say I never pay her no attention, she always bitchin' (Damn)

She tried to pour my drink down the sink, I said, "Hold up, you trippin'" (Hold up)

I said hold up, just listen (Wait), you know that I'm addicted

Run with a crew of niggas just like me, out here chasin' millions (Yeah)

Don't give a fuck how we get it (Nah)

Got all of my niggas with me (Yeah)

The best weed in the city

Smoke one, fuck with me (Fuck with your boy)


[Chorus]

Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life (I ain't chasin' no bitches, dog)

Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life (What the fuck?)

Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life (Ayy, ayy)

All my niggas hustlers and live a high life (Uh-huh)

Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life (Yeah, that's my life)

Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life (You know what up with me)

Forever chasing money, nigga, that's my life (Dope boy)

All my niggas hustlers and live a high life (Dolph)