[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 n***a 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
N***as 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?