Lyrics
Chase more
Fucking fool
Stupid fool
Chase more
You got her just lookin'
You ain't did no real time baby bookin'
Oh you ain't even got no taste to the pussy
Man you ain't even got no taste to the pussy
She out workin' these boys like a jay
You out workin' these folks like a slave
You ain't even got no taste to the pussy
Built the empire up, know me cookin'
Back in the day, just wanted some change
Yeah, Chanel gotta be on your frame
Chanel gotta be on her frame
Yo lil' bitch don't run around with no lame
You gotta be paid and that is okay
You ain't even got no taste to the pussy though
You ain't even got no taste to the pussy
You ain't even got no taste to the pussy
Boy you's a lame, boy you's a lame, a nigga knew that
Chain fuckin' with your lame, boy you a new jack
Know I gotta keep it silent out the goop at
Know I keep your shit silent like a true tech
See I murder bout all of my partners
Had you murder while I ain't lost it
That ain't nothing you got on your roster
That's a reject she didn't make the roster
On no texting like Adrian Foster
But the same way running after my dollars
See this bitch she ain't even a scholar
But her head done made her something proper
You gotta love her gotta love her
She feel the same way like you do fuck the coppers
Only run with niggas playin with choppers
Only fuck with niggas playin with choppers
Playin with the greatest run Mr. Hopper
You were tryna get a taste of what she offer
I was focus on the paper doin numbers
I was focus on the paper no fumbles
You got her just lookin
You ain't did no real time baby bookin
You ain't even got no taste to the pussy
Man you ain't even got no taste to the pussy
She out workin these boys like a jay
You out workin these folks like a slave
You ain't even got no taste to the pussy
Built the empire up know me cookin
Back in the day just wanted some change
Yeah Chanel gotta be on your frame
Chanel gotta be on her frame
Yo lil bitch don't run around with no lane
You gotta be paid and that is okay
You ain't even got no taste for the pussy though
You ain't even got no taste for the pussy
You ain't even got no taste for the pussy
Yeah
Scoo!
I might hit her never ever say I love her
Right out the house so what 'bout my brother
You be geeking I know what to sneak
You like tell me what work how you eating
You look alike when I'm 'bout to get something
I pray everyday I don't get nothing
I'm up like shit I'm up like that
That shit on up
What I do know
And what I do know
And a good hoe
Is a hard carry
And what you got there
That ain't nothing boy
It's like the big game
With the finnet
And what you don't want
Is a bad bitch
Who ain't got shit
Yeah, you got the nerve to have her on your insta
Somethin' that you ain't even got a whiff of, grave
You caught her just lookin'
You caught her, you ain't did no real time baby bookin'
You ain't even got no taste to the pussy
Man, you ain't even got no taste to the pussy
She out workin', these boy like a jay
You out workin', he fuck like a slave
You ain't even got no taste to the pussy
Built the empire up, know me cookin'
Back in the day, just wanted some change
Yeah, Chanel gotta be on your frame
Chanel gotta be on a frame
Yo lil bitch don't run around with no lame
You gotta be paid and that is okay
You ain't even got no taste to the pussy though
You ain't even got no taste to the pussy
You ain't even got no taste to the pussy
You caught her just looking
You ain't did no real time baby booking
You ain't even got no taste to the pussy