Lyrics Money Ties - Ching

Going for the chase
Keep that .40 on his waist
Got him screaming for his life
Run ′em down just like the race
These bitches going retarded
More money come in the safe
He talk but we shoot regardless
We'll point him out to his grave

Closin′ all the gates
Hide his body, not a trace
Making flips, this ain't a game
Posted up at park place
They ain't shooting up to hurt
Got ′em shooting for the kill
Cut him off, he moving fake
Even though I kept it real
I ain′t fuck with a thot bitch
Messing with them guys
I ain't fuck with a dumb bitch
This Henny got me thumping
Money got me jumping
These haters keep on hating but my tracks is what they bumping
I′m always down to ride
Trouble in this game, fuck around you might just die
Just wanna live my life, don't wanna see my momma cry
Gotta struggle for we eat, gonna make it out alive
These people wanna fight me
Blood all on my white tee
They try to do a check
Said just do it like you Nike
They acting like they like me
Pay up this is not free
Shining like a star
Gold teeth got me feeling icy
Dunking like it′s Space Jam
2k on the face scan
First she eat the balls
I'm a ghost, she like Pacman
The money that I′m counting
I'm working so I can spend it
When it's coming, yeah, I stretch it
Get the money, yeah, I′m flexing

Going for the chase
Keep that .40 on his waist
Got him screaming for his life
Run ′em down just like the race
These bitches going retarded
More money come in the safe
He talk but we shoot regardless
We'll point him out to his grave

I swear, yeah, I promise
I′ going in, I can't stop it
Gonna cash out when I′m shopping
Rock designer, now I'm popping
I′ma get this money man
I'm living kind of lovely
Remember days when I was broke
But now these girls just wanna fuck me
When I was a youngin, I believe I lived my dreams
Just stacking up them dollars
Got your wifey screaming "Ching"
Put the money over bitches
Now my style super clean
Swear, I'll never wife a hoe cause she ran top for the team
I just wanna make a milli
Blinco got them going crazy
Yeah I know her boyfriend hate me
I won′t let a bitch come play me
5k for a hitter
I see some mans turn bitter
Loading up the choppa, Mr. Blinco gonna hit ′em
Bringing it back, flipping them packs
Bet all my money, I'm gonna hold racks
Watching my back, snakes in the grass
They switch for a hundred, we could have made stacks
This is how I get it
I′m showing you how I'm living
Won′t worry bout my spendings
I'm tryna go make a killing
Get the money that′s a win
Cash out at the mall, then we go do it again
Bringing all my dawgs, free my bros locked in the bin
Gotta make it my own way
Fuck a case my life's a sin
Fuck a case my life's a sin
Fuck a case my life′s a sin

Going for the chase
Keep that .40 on his waist
Got him screaming for his life
Run ′em down just like the race
These bitches going retarded
More money come in the safe
He talk but we shoot regardless
We'll point him out to his grave