paroles de chanson 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
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