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"Money Chase" is a track by Lloyd Banks, from the album The Cold Corner 2 (Bonus Disc), released 29th May 2011. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Million dollars richer u can tell that by the picture Coogi green twister so i'm smelling like the crop Pop by the bucket, liquor by the pitcher Bitches by the borough bet a bottle I'mma pop I'm giving y'all new styles, boy don't bite that hand You're local as your corner, they know Lloyd out Japan I'm too ghetto in a day, bring the porno out a fan Mr Hefner swagger on auto, I'm the man Why your clothes still on? Girl don't turn me off Fly nigga, reason you already know the cost I'm a Southside nigga from 134th Tryna hold all in my mind, fly 730 Porsche I'm a stunner during the spring and summer You know i got the pussy from her if i got the number I ain't nothing but a lover, you can have her if u want her 'Cause pretty bitches ain't shit to me today i have another [Hook] We counting money all night, keep it G errday Real nigga on sight, with my demons away I got a beautiful bitch and I walk like I'm rich Just my morals and word, I don't break em for shit Ain't no foot on the brake, now I'm making em sick You see the hood on my face, niggas want me to slip Name a time and a place, I'll be in line for the race Marijuana by the case and my mind on the money chase [Verse 2: Fabolous] Failure's not an option, Charlie Sheen edition Never saw em like us, you prolly seen who isn't I'm hardly seen for dissing, I follow things up different Masked up at your house Halloween tradition Treat but never tricking, throw it in the bag Bout twenty of em rose' Moets on the the tab I'm up in perfections, where nobody's perfect But they pay attention, cause they know I'm worth it Cash cures ADD, that's what the study show My Nina give it up, i love that slutty ho Uh, running your mouth like a bloody nose Fake rapper, who does live what he flows Call me BBM, bad bitch magnet If she with me she's a Fabolous ad lib... nice Gettin' to the money, final destination, why the hesitation? [Hook] [Verse 3] Christian, Louie, Gucci, Coochie like it just came out Daddy was a Mack, that suit me to take the same route Counting money cut in coupe and that's what my day bout Ghetto license plate says stupid, Cuban chain out I'm shitting, and every diamonds sitting I spend a bunch a money on the vehicle I sit in When you start doing better, everybody treat you different But I ain't big on attention so the shit don't got me tripping I'm new dollars addicted, hundreds got my twitching Cumming on your baby mama with the baby kicking Flying down Long Island, full one eighty whipping Pull the role reversal got the pretty ladies tricking Blue... they don't make em like they use to do They see me slipping suicidal C notes like the musical Don't matter they got class, I cut em like the students do Fuck I care, they beautiful, macking is a usual
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