Paper Chasing by Flincity TIP Lyrics
[Intro]
Aye
Let's get it
It's your boy TIP in this bitch man
Aye, turn my headphones up, man
Bilbo
[Verse 1]
Money long, like Kevin Durant
Foenem shooting like Kevin Durant
If it don't make money, then it don't make sense
If you ain't getting money, why the fuck you exist?
Why you in the crib if you can't pay your rent?
Why you so broke, but it don't make sense?
Had to boss up on a main grip, broke sets
Had to take a couple Ls, but it wasn't really shit
Yeah, a young nigga stay counting them checks
All worked out, but nigga I flexed
Your bitch wanna fuck, I just really want the neck
If a nigga want work, we'll bring out them Tecs
And it sound like burning rubber, burning rubber in this bitch
A whole lotta whole lotta guns in this bitch
If she get heated up, then we got them cooling kits
Goofy nigga fall back, and he ain't get (?)
Flincity, Honcho gang, we ain't new to this
Street fame in my veins be all tell me "Do this shit"
Why tell me, boy, don't change, that's the game
'Bout to run this shit up, and ain't shit been the same
Since I lost what I can find, ain't shit been the same
Pops tatted on my arm, so I know they for my pain
Goofy ass nigga, I ain't ever been that lame
Get purple, get smoke up in to up in his brain
[Chorus]
I'm paper chasing, paper chasing, bitch I got them racks
I get that money, add it up, and bitch I don't look back
I'm paper chasing, paper chasing, bitch I got them racks
I get that money, add it up, and bitch I don't look back
Bitch, I be full of myself, don't care 'bout nobody else
Bitch, I be full of myself, (?)
Bitch, I be full of myself, don't care 'bout nobody else
Bitch, I be full of myself, (?)
[Verse 2]
(?) of hers too, bitch I had to kill it
Boy, I'm all up in my money, I man digits
Money on my mind, ain't fucking with these bitches
I ain't fucking with these bitches that be in they feelings
I'm all up in her mouth like a damn filling
That's some temporary shit, I ain't here to fill in
(?), what a good feeling
I thought I fucked and bust a nut, lil bitch, good riddance
Back to the money, bitch, back to the block
All of that money, I married the guap
Marco got .30s, he busting at opps
If 12 talking shit, then he busting at cops
Broke boys, I make it known, better go get a job
Get your ass smoke if you thinking 'bout robbing
All of my niggas, they really be mobbing
Stomp your ass out til a nigga unconscious
If it ain't about the money, I don't wanna hear the nonsense
Yeah, I nearly had to get my fucking racks up
Money on my mind, only thing on my conscience
If you a fed or something, nigga better back up
.30s and .40s equipped with these blickies
Yeah, Curtis Jackson all up in this glizzy
Run 'em, get gunned up, get hit with this .50
(?) a weapon, he leave the clip empty
[Chorus]
I'm paper chasing, paper chasing, bitch I got them racks
I get that money, add it up, and bitch I don't look back
I'm paper chasing, paper chasing, bitch I got them racks
I get that money, add it up, and bitch I don't look back
Bitch, I be full of myself, don't care 'bout nobody else
Bitch, I be full of myself, (?)
Bitch, I be full of myself, don't care 'bout nobody else
Bitch, I be full of myself, (?)
Bilbo
Aye
Let's get it
It's your boy TIP in this bitch man
Aye, turn my headphones up, man
Bilbo
[Verse 1]
Money long, like Kevin Durant
Foenem shooting like Kevin Durant
If it don't make money, then it don't make sense
If you ain't getting money, why the fuck you exist?
Why you in the crib if you can't pay your rent?
Why you so broke, but it don't make sense?
Had to boss up on a main grip, broke sets
Had to take a couple Ls, but it wasn't really shit
Yeah, a young nigga stay counting them checks
All worked out, but nigga I flexed
Your bitch wanna fuck, I just really want the neck
If a nigga want work, we'll bring out them Tecs
And it sound like burning rubber, burning rubber in this bitch
A whole lotta whole lotta guns in this bitch
If she get heated up, then we got them cooling kits
Goofy nigga fall back, and he ain't get (?)
Flincity, Honcho gang, we ain't new to this
Street fame in my veins be all tell me "Do this shit"
Why tell me, boy, don't change, that's the game
'Bout to run this shit up, and ain't shit been the same
Since I lost what I can find, ain't shit been the same
Pops tatted on my arm, so I know they for my pain
Goofy ass nigga, I ain't ever been that lame
Get purple, get smoke up in to up in his brain
[Chorus]
I'm paper chasing, paper chasing, bitch I got them racks
I get that money, add it up, and bitch I don't look back
I'm paper chasing, paper chasing, bitch I got them racks
I get that money, add it up, and bitch I don't look back
Bitch, I be full of myself, don't care 'bout nobody else
Bitch, I be full of myself, (?)
Bitch, I be full of myself, don't care 'bout nobody else
Bitch, I be full of myself, (?)
[Verse 2]
(?) of hers too, bitch I had to kill it
Boy, I'm all up in my money, I man digits
Money on my mind, ain't fucking with these bitches
I ain't fucking with these bitches that be in they feelings
I'm all up in her mouth like a damn filling
That's some temporary shit, I ain't here to fill in
(?), what a good feeling
I thought I fucked and bust a nut, lil bitch, good riddance
Back to the money, bitch, back to the block
All of that money, I married the guap
Marco got .30s, he busting at opps
If 12 talking shit, then he busting at cops
Broke boys, I make it known, better go get a job
Get your ass smoke if you thinking 'bout robbing
All of my niggas, they really be mobbing
Stomp your ass out til a nigga unconscious
If it ain't about the money, I don't wanna hear the nonsense
Yeah, I nearly had to get my fucking racks up
Money on my mind, only thing on my conscience
If you a fed or something, nigga better back up
.30s and .40s equipped with these blickies
Yeah, Curtis Jackson all up in this glizzy
Run 'em, get gunned up, get hit with this .50
(?) a weapon, he leave the clip empty
[Chorus]
I'm paper chasing, paper chasing, bitch I got them racks
I get that money, add it up, and bitch I don't look back
I'm paper chasing, paper chasing, bitch I got them racks
I get that money, add it up, and bitch I don't look back
Bitch, I be full of myself, don't care 'bout nobody else
Bitch, I be full of myself, (?)
Bitch, I be full of myself, don't care 'bout nobody else
Bitch, I be full of myself, (?)
Bilbo