Sy Wit Tha Sauce Chasing Paper Lyrics

I coulda been a track star
The way I'm runnin' after paper (yeah, yeah)
I coulda been a NASCAR
The way I'm swervin' on these hataz
Still chasin' that paper (ooo)
Still chasin' that paper (ooo)
Still chasin' that paper (ooo)
Still chasin' that paper (ooo)
Still chasin' that paper

All I see is money, all I see is green
I just wanna ball, nothin' in between
Yo pockets kinda lean
My pockets obese
It's like I'm tiddy fuckin' money when it's in my jeans
Hol up! tell yo bitch she need to fall back
Hol up! is that Reggie? I don't smoke dat
I'm in another zone, I'm on another level
I had to make a change I was dancin' wit the devil

I coulda been a track star
The way I'm runnin' after paper (yeah, yeah)
I coulda been a NASCAR
The way I'm swervin' on these hataz
Still chasin' that paper (ooo)
Still chasin' that paper (ooo)
Still chasin' that paper (ooo)
Still chasin' that paper (ooo)
Still chasin' that paper

Highway in a Mero, top back wit a bad hoe
Let her drive got the heat close
Gotta keep it cuz you neva know
On a grind tryna get dough
Roll 7 what it hit for
Shit grimy when da dough low
That's why a nigga move solo
Gotta master plan and it's workin'
Yo baby mama here twerkin'
She up and down that pole nigga
I'm rollin' up a O nigga
I don't fuck wit no hataz
All I fuck wit is playas
Real niggas, OGs, ball hard, get cheese

I coulda been a track star
The way I'm runnin' after paper (yeah, yeah)
I coulda been a NASCAR
The way I'm swervin' on these hataz
Still chasin' that paper (ooo)
Still chasin' that paper (ooo)
Still chasin' that paper (ooo)
Still chasin' that paper (ooo)
Still chasin' that paper