Ty Fyffe - Chase the Paper lyrics

[Hook: 50 Cent] I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling A n***a still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You're a s**er for love, n***a, I'm money making [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm still a baller, I'm still balling That's five times I ain't picked up, your b**h still calling I'm super ghetto, I'm still with the sh** Still pa** the steel to my n***a, hit a lick We still mob, n***as steal stuff We still deal after deal, sh** is no problem He still love her, she ain't sh** Get her a pair of Louboutins, she s** a dick Still real n***as, still will k** Told the still b**h don't squeal, get your cap peeled The Mac filled, black talons, hollow tips Copper-tops, get your a** popped, watch a body drop [Hook: 50 Cent] You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling A n***a still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You're a s**er for love, n***a, I'm money making [Verse 2: Kidd Kidd] I'm clean as a motherf**er, still getting my hands dirty b**hes they wanna f**, grab a gla**, you looking thirsty See I'm a gangsta, you soft as R&B singers I'm at a war with the banger, in the club with the shanker Mask on, lone ranger, scope on the K, long ranger Rather be alive and rich than die and be famous Live my life in the fast lane, I crash into anything I ain't here to entertain when I let them bullets sing Rims on, Rida Gang, slap the f** out of you, n***a Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that you're lame You chasing these b**hes instead of chasing your paper n***as taking your b**hes while they taking your paper I'm gone [Hook: 50 Cent] You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling A n***a still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You're a s**er for love, n***a, I'm money making [Verse 3: Prodigy] She on my leg like a little kid She hump my leg like a horny pit Pitbull in a skirt, yeah, I'm a magnet Now I ain't running after no broads, she stuck on my dick I'm a different breed, blame it on my genes Money in my jeans, pockets turn her eyes green She's seeing dollar signs, I'm seeing reasons why Never had to stress no p**y, I'm one of a kind Pretty n***a with a gorgeous gun You die a beautiful d**h, pull a stunt, look There ain't a b**h more dime than me The thirst is real, she knocking over drinks to get next to me While you [Hook: 50 Cent] You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling A n***a still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You're a s**er for love, n***a, I'm money making [Verse 4: Styles P] Ghetto n***as still'll pick a penny up You outside chasing them hoes throwing your Henny up Little homie loading a semi up Catch him all after the club, tell him to ante up Anyway, each and every day, I'm looking for a better way You owe me, you better pay Ghost, let the beretta spray Hood want uncut dope and some better yay I ain't chasing p**y, never have Hustle hard, take a break, run and get some head and a** Still robbing, still rolling, still need a mask Still popping, still slinging, still need the cash [Hook: 50 Cent] You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling A n***a still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You're a s**er for love, n***a, I'm money making