Chase The Paper - 50 Cent feat Prodigy, Kidd Kidd, Styles P

[Hook: 50 Cent]
I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
A n_gga 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_cker for love, n_gga, 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_tch still calling
I'm super ghetto, I'm still with the sh_t
Still pass the steel to my n_gga, hit a lick
We still mob, n_ggas steal stuff
We still deal after deal, sh_t is no problem
He still love her, she ain't sh_t
Get her a pair of Louboutins, she s_ck a d_ck
Still real n_ggas, still will kill
Told the still b_tch don't squeal, get your cap peeled
The Mac filled, black talons, hollow tips
Copper-tops, get your ass popped, watch a body drop

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[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
I'm clean as a motherf_cker, still getting my hands dirty
B_tches they wanna f_ck, grab a glass, 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_ck out of you, n_gga
Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that you're lame
You chasing these b_tches instead of chasing your paper
N_ggas taking your b_tches while they taking your paper
I'm gone

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[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 d_ck
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_ssy, I'm one of a kind
Pretty n_gga with a gorgeous gun
You die a beautiful death, pull a stunt, look
There ain't a b_tch more dime than me
The thirst is real, she knocking over drinks to get next to me
While you

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[Verse 4: Styles P]
Ghetto n_ggas 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_ssy, never have
Hustle hard, take a break, run and get some head and ass
Still robbing, still rolling, still need a mask
Still popping, still slinging, still need the cash

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