Chasin me (feat. iggy azalea, t.i., young dro, kris stephens) lyrics

Too much money for a spit, these b*tches can't see me
I told em they just chasin, they could catch me on the TV
Got that triple X stays before the kids that keep a PG
All my dancers, swear to God I rollie you for the Fiji
These b*tches always tryna hold a b*tch back
pus*y on a pedestal, now tell them hoes kiss that
Nowadays I'm feelin' like f*ck a hater feelings
'Cause they got me f*cked up like sex on the ceiling
I'mma tip now these hoes is tip tippin on my di*k
I'm in Texas like I'm Trae Tha Truth, sippin on that grit
Hold a temporary Visa but thick as a southern man
And if yall mad at that I'm just sayin I'll f*ck em wild

I don't gotta chase money 'cause the money's always chasin, chasin me
I don't gotta look for fame 'cause the fame is always reachin, seekin me out
And I know you came down, make it look easy
I wanna know how?
Guess that's why you're chasin, chasin me that long

Cheese in my briefcase, bread in my backpack
Laugh at n*ggas chasin money askin' where the cash at
They chasin me, hope the riches kept on a fast track
And big dog paper, pus*y n*ggas got Kat Stacks
Ridin in that turbo Porsche, Panamera hatchback
Something worth hundred K, n*gga can you match that?
Checks OB and hit the bank and say how can we cash that?
Quarter mill on tennis shoe, 50 K on snapbacks
He lookin for the fame and I'm lookin where he had that
100 million dollar ring, hoppin in and out of Range Rovers
I ain't know, you broke get away from me, you bad luck
Hyper speed, like I gotta let the money catch up