Chorus:
Went from chasing bitches, to chasing money, to bitches chasing me
Now every time I fuck, I cannot fuck for free
Shawty come fuck with me, I'm riding in the two door Beamer with the leather seats, yeah

Verse 1:
Tired of n***as lyin', they ain't ballin'
They takin' shots, my shots the only ones that's really fallin' (pew pew pew pew)
Designer clothes, exotic hoes. flexin' in the spot now the camera pose
I'm just stayin happy, can a n***a live? (Can I?)
Are you still a loser? Does she want my kids?
Does she want to call the uber get away from this?
I say my lifestyle so sick, people pay for this
I walk inside, they say "Hey look, there he is" (Is that K$ace?)
We posin' for the 'gram, her man about to block me
And then he text her "You can't go to no K$ace parties"
Sound like he hatin' don't it? These n***as fake, they phony (FuFu)
I drop the tip they on it, make n***as go unnoticed
I rock the fur in the Summer like I'm UGK, cause I'm the shit you can smell it from a mile away
Then I tell 'em that I came a long way

Chorus:
Went from chasing bitches, to chasing money, to bitches chasing me
Now every time I fuck, I cannot fuck for free
Shawty come fuck with me, I'm riding in the two door Beamer with the leather seats
Went from chasing bitches, to chasing money, to bitches chasing me
Now every time I fuck, I cannot fuck for free
Shawty come fuck with me, I'm riding in the two door Beamer with the leather seats
From chasing bitches, to chasing money, to bitches chasing me
Now every time I fuck, I cannot fuck for free
Shawty come fuck with me, I'm riding in the two door Beamer with the leather seats