[Intro]
Don't fuck with me
(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
Bitch, I'm smokin' cookie crisp (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Stupid bitch
Smoking cookie crisp (Bitch)
Stupid bitch (Uh, DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)
I feel like a chemist with all this weed, I just got to mixin' shit

[Chorus]
I fuck that bitch in the back of a Challenger
Dare any n***a to challenge it (Uh-huh)
I'm shootin' too accurate when I pull up, swervin' inside the motherfuckin' Acura (Skrtt, uh-huh)
Yeah, I got the MAC, it's tucked, I'ma shoot him in his face until that n***a had enough (Uh-huh)
It feel like Thanksgivin', I'm getting this dressin'
I'm gettin' the bread, I'ma count it up (Uh-huh)
I'ma dunk on your bitch, I rim rattle her (Pull up)
Your bitch play with my nuts like a basketball handler
Go back to my job, take a shit on my manager
I be riskin' it all every day, I'm a gambler
Percs, no Addеrall, I don't know how I manage it
Fuckin' your bitch, her panties I collеcted 'em, huh
Then it's back to the hustle with my savages
I'm from the jungle, feelin' like an animal (Ooh)

[Verse 1]
Click-clack, fuck-n***a get back
If I see the opps on the corner, then get back
Them n***as finna get blicked at, ayy
Put the chrome to your dome, then I'm pushin' your shit back
Split a n***a head like a Kit Kat, ayy
She ask where my dick at, she wanna lick that
Fuck her face, kick her out, not with the chit-chat
I put a bunch of holes in the back of your cap
Now your cap look like a snapback, ayy
.223's bullet holes through your cap
I'm shootin' accurate, I feel like Ray Allen or somethin'
It isn't a challenge or somethin', they really ain't challengin' us
They don't got no balance or nun'
I'm juggling money, keep Benjamin comin'
Don't walk it, I run it, I listen to Cudi
I'm fuckin' your bitch and she givin' me cuddy
I fuck on a buddy, then bust on her buddy
I bust on them both, that's a new Nutty Buddy
[Chorus]
I fuck that bitch in the back of a Challenger
Dare any n***a to challenge it (Uh-huh)
I'm shootin' too accurate when I pull up, swervin' inside the motherfuckin' Acura (Skrtt, uh-huh)
Yeah, I got the MAC, it's tucked, I'ma shoot him in his face until that n***a had enough (Uh-huh)
It feel like Thanksgivin', I'm getting this dressin'
And I'm gettin' the bread, I'ma count it up (Uh-huh)
I'ma dunk on your bitch, I rim rattle her (Pull up)
Your bitch play with my nuts like a basketball handler
Go back to my job, take a shit on my manager
I be riskin' it all every day, I'm a gambler
Percs, no Adderall, I don't know how I manage it
Fuckin' your bitch, her panties I collected 'em
Then it's back to the hustle with my savages
I'm from the jungle, feelin' like an animal

[Verse 2]
Skrrt-skrrt, bitch, vroom
Five bad bitches in the room
When I die, put me in a tomb, so I can get up and move
N***a, that's what zombies do (Yeah)
I'm in the sky like Orion
She ridin' me in the back of the new coupe (Oh, yeah)
She tell me she love me, she lyin'
These bitches do what these bitches do (Oh, oh, yeah)
They don't know I keep an iron
Make a wrong move, then I'm gon' shoot (Oh, yeah)
All my hoes come in two’s
I'ma shoot your boyfriend, then cum on you
Police come, I put the gun on you
New Rover, shoot out the black sunroof
Red Dolce Gabbana, I feel like I'm Piru
Bae, I just wanna fuck, yeah, I really never liked you
I'ma pull up on the opps, playin' all the new shit
This shit, they gon' commit suicide too, I'm through, L-O-L
I be jokin' the opps
Until I pull up to they spot with a yop'
Choppa bang like Young Chop, uh
Pullin' up to the 'Rari car lot
Just to cop a new drop-top
Pullin' up to the plug with a choppa
It's just in case y'all want drama (C'mon)
[Chorus]
I fuck that bitch in the back of a Challenger (Yeah)
Dare any n***a to challenge it (Uh-huh, yeah)
I'm shootin' too accurate (Huh) when I pull up, swervin' inside the motherfuckin' Acura (Skrtt, uh-huh, oh, yeah)
Yeah, I got the MAC, it's tucked, I'ma shoot him in his face until that n***a had enough (Uh, uh, grrt, uh-huh, oh, yeah)
It feel like Thanksgivin', I'm getting this dressin' (Uh, baow)
And I'm gettin' the bread, I'ma count it up (Uh-huh, let's go)
I'ma dunk on your bitch, I rim rattle her (Pull up)
Your bitch play with my nuts like a basketball handler
Go back to my job, take a shit on my manager (Shoo)
I be riskin' it all every day, I'm a gambler
Percs, no Adderall, I don't know how I manage it (Uh-huh)
Fuckin' your bitch, her panties I collected 'em, huh (Uh-huh)
Then it's back to the hustle with my savages (Uh-huh)
I'm from the jungle, feelin' like an animal (Uh-huh, yeah)

[Outro]
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
DJ Victoriouz with me in the building
I'm from the jungle, I feel like an animal
CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY
Bitch