Cross Country by Curtis Williams Lyrics
[Chorus: Curtis Williams]
I can't chase a bitch, I'm busy chasing money
Never chase a bitch, I'm busy chasing money
Said I'm chasing after money like it's running from me
Come here
Chasing after money like it's running from me
Where you going?
[Verse 1: Curtis Williams]
I'm the type of nigga that'll break her heart
Pull her out the club, fuck her in the car
This [?] on my shoes, I'm rocking what you want
I just put a gram in this fuckin blunt
I got hella hoes, I got hella hoes
Niggas hate to see me, I'm everywhere they go
She don't wanna smoke, she just want some blow
She playing with her nose, she playing with her nose
[?]
[?] off the lot
Sauce is my demeaner
[?] the cleaners
Bad bitch she a diva
Gotta catch a flight to meet her
[Chorus: Curtis Williams]
I can't chase a bitch, I'm busy chasing money
Never chase a bitch, I'm busy chasing money
Said I'm chasing after money like it's running from me
Come here
Chasing after money like it's running from me
Where you going?
[Verse 2: Reese LAFLARE]
Chasing money like it's running from me
I got cash, I got racks and hundreds
Me and Curtis, we like Tails and Sonic
[?]
Racing for the money like I'm driving Nascar
7 grams in the blunt, that's a [?]
[?] green Lambo look like Reptar
Expensive fabrics on me, Gucci head scarf
Racing to that money, you gon need a headstart
Used to drive a Honda, now the whip is press start
I see it in your eyes, you stressed out
Mr. Fantastic [?] stretch out
[Chorus: Curtis Williams]
I can't chase a bitch, I'm busy chasing money
Never chase a bitch, I'm busy chasing money
Said I'm chasing after money like it's running from me
Come here
Chasing after money like it's running from me
Where you going?
I can't chase a bitch, I'm busy chasing money
Never chase a bitch, I'm busy chasing money
Said I'm chasing after money like it's running from me
Come here
Chasing after money like it's running from me
Where you going?
[Verse 1: Curtis Williams]
I'm the type of nigga that'll break her heart
Pull her out the club, fuck her in the car
This [?] on my shoes, I'm rocking what you want
I just put a gram in this fuckin blunt
I got hella hoes, I got hella hoes
Niggas hate to see me, I'm everywhere they go
She don't wanna smoke, she just want some blow
She playing with her nose, she playing with her nose
[?]
[?] off the lot
Sauce is my demeaner
[?] the cleaners
Bad bitch she a diva
Gotta catch a flight to meet her
[Chorus: Curtis Williams]
I can't chase a bitch, I'm busy chasing money
Never chase a bitch, I'm busy chasing money
Said I'm chasing after money like it's running from me
Come here
Chasing after money like it's running from me
Where you going?
[Verse 2: Reese LAFLARE]
Chasing money like it's running from me
I got cash, I got racks and hundreds
Me and Curtis, we like Tails and Sonic
[?]
Racing for the money like I'm driving Nascar
7 grams in the blunt, that's a [?]
[?] green Lambo look like Reptar
Expensive fabrics on me, Gucci head scarf
Racing to that money, you gon need a headstart
Used to drive a Honda, now the whip is press start
I see it in your eyes, you stressed out
Mr. Fantastic [?] stretch out
[Chorus: Curtis Williams]
I can't chase a bitch, I'm busy chasing money
Never chase a bitch, I'm busy chasing money
Said I'm chasing after money like it's running from me
Come here
Chasing after money like it's running from me
Where you going?