[Intro]
Yeah
Got them n***as terrified
I got ‘em terrified
Got them n***as terrified
(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
I got ‘em (I got ‘em…)

[Chorus]
Got these n***as terrified, I’m whipping berry pie
Fifty shots up in a coupe, might catch a homicide
Hope yo car is bullet proof, ‘cause I’m like [?]
Two thousand for my tennis shoes, drink got me hypnotized
Bitch I'ma big guy, might buy a laundromat
I send a hit out, and come and wipe yo ass
Cash inside a Louis bag, and not a Nike bag (Yeah)
Bitch I’ma big guy, I gotta priceless tag (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
What’s the point in kicking it, know me and you we different
I be chasing money, you be chasing dirty bitches
And them dirty bitches they all got a dirty kitchen
All I need know cook it up that gas, and where to piss in
I be thrown VL’s up, I do not be crip’n
Skip into the back, they ask me why the fuck I’m skipping
I just made two hundred bucks today it fit like Christmas
Know I wanna fondle I’ma tuck and I’ma dish it
Said she let me tap that ass I swear she made me miss it
Said she love a n***a who be out selling chicken
Loyal to the business stacked a hundred ‘cause I’m with it
Dick all in her stomach she gon’ move to fucking feel it
[Chorus]
Got these n***as terrified, I’m whipping berry pie
Fifty shots up in a coupe, might catch a homicide
Hope yo car is bullet proof, ‘cause I’m like [?]
Two thousand for my tennis shoes, drink got me hypnotized
Bitch I’ma big guy, might buy a laundromat
I send a hit out, and come and wipe yo ass
Cash inside a Louis bag, and not a Nike bag
Bitch I’ma big guy, I gotta priceless tag

[Verse 2]
N***a talk and all no money, have no problem shooing
Fade this cookie blunt I flame it up that what I’m blowing
Came up in the hood on white on white you think it’s snowing
Gotta have my cash and held my pack wherever going
You boyfriend he coming over, crumbs he still be longing
N***as they be killing me, they grown tryna hold hand
Motherfucker game become a trapper I be hustling
I came in this bitch with a bank roll and thuggin’
Two fours on my coupe for the times I was strugglin’
Gained so many Christmas got my pocket fucking bustin’
No thug loving, only hundreds cuffing
Pop a perc and then run in the pussy then she love me

[Chorus]
Got these n***as terrified, I’m whipping berry pie
Fifty shots up in a coupe, might catch a homicide
Hope yo car is bullet proof, ‘cause I’m like [?]
Two thousand for my tennis shoes, drink got me hypnotized
Bitch I’ma big guy, might buy a laundromat
I send a hit out, and come and wipe yo ass
Cash inside a Louis bag, and not a Nike bag
Bitch I’ma big guy, I gotta priceless tag
[Outro]
Got them n***as terrified
I got ‘em (I got ‘em…)
Got them n***as terrified
I got ‘em (I got ‘em…)