Juice WRLD — Chasethemoney Freestyle

[Verse 1] Uh, uh Uh-a-uh, uh Na na na-na-na na na na Na na na-na-na na na na Yeah, brand new cars, brand new drugs Brand new outlet, a brand new plug Same old nigga, just brand new us I've been gettin' high as a bitch, so what? 50 for a hundred, uh, if I show up 100 for appearance I don't gotta show up I remember I was broke then I blew up Now I feel like Makonnen in the club, go up, ayy, uh Perky with the cup Yoppa kinda uh uh and I feel it in my gut Try me if you wanna, yeah, they be in the cut Choppa kinda hungry, yeah, make it eat you up, ayy Xans, Robitussin, uh, couldn't get enough, ayy Mix it with the tuss’, uh, then I sip it up, ayy Now I'm high as fuck, oh Glue stick stuck uh Pull up with the choppa, click-clack, buck buck, ayy It's my masterplan Ain’t no master man Pull up on 'em, avalanche All this ice up on my wrist, I swear it's like an avalanche Feel like 50 Cent like I said cuz many men They be hating, niggas basic You a mutt, you don't got no home training Pull up on the scene, lil' bro totin stainless He look like James Bond 007 the way he aimed it Leave a nigga brainless, leave his face up on the pavement Presidential head presidential Rollie Sara Palin She was in my bed, givin' head Spread her legs, do her in I'm gon' get this cash ugh, invest in a bag ugh You can’t have uh uh uh uh I know that they want what I have, ugh Pull up on their ass, ugh Choppa like a mask, the way it pull up and it blast, ugh I don't need no mask I can’t uh uh uh Time travel, yeah, I'm from the future and the past Ballin' hard like Steve Nash Bitch I get cash That's a big gat, grr, grr, grrow, get back Uh-uh-uh-uh uh uh uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh uh eh uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh uh eh uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh uh uh Turn this beat off Somebody got a - [Verse 2] Real Uh-uh-uh real Bitch I'm too real I’ma no Bitch I’m too real Don't bring your friends 'cause, bitch, I don't care I said, bitch I’m too real Don't bring your friends 'cause, bitch, I don't care Pull up in a Benz and they stop and they stare I'm gon' get this cash, try to take it, don't dare I be with them guys that’d kill for me I be with them guys that’d drill for me We don't got no time for no feelings, uh, ayy I'm too busy countin' up my winnings, uh, ayy Louis V backpack, master Louis jacket Lost my father, I'm a rich bastard Nigga, why bother? I'ma get this cash And these niggas playin', catch up, far too ahead, yeah You can get it, uh, got it twistin like some dreads, uh I was in the kitchen whippin', rollin' off the meds, uh All these niggas snitches, bitches tellin' to the feds, uh I ain't really talk about no Rainbow hair I’m been in a sum’ in a sayin’ over here, huh All these niggas snitching, bitches tellin' to the feds, uh All these niggas snitching, bitches tellin' to the feds, uh Nah, nah I ain’t talkin’ bout that rainbow head, uh, uh, ayy, uh Uh uh flying colors Brand new Ferrari, that shit pass with flying colors, uh I’ll shoot up the party, I’m diminished, I’ma butler Lil' bitch, I'm from Chicago, throwing bullets Jay Cutler Remember I was servin' work like a butler Now I got this VVS's on me, Ice road trucker I'm a money makin' motherfucker That mean I make money then put dick up in your mother I've been ballin' like Iman Shumpert Kobe Bryant really shootin threes just for comfort And at night time I turn into a monster Killin' all these beats, bitch, I feel like a Jeffrey Dahmer Give me long neck, shorty like a ostrich Fly without trying so my closet like a cockpit They try to judge a nigga, you ain't Johnny Cocren I promise see the problems if you run up get it often I got powers like my first name Austin Runnin' while I'm dropping bombs, marathon in Boston Try me, I'ma pull up to your new apartment And kick all of the bitches out and kill you, call me Martin Dead homies in the blunt spark it I’m in the bus gettin it bussin had to Rosa Park it, ayy Try me if you want, bitch, I'm a martian That mean I got a laser with a motherfuckin' target, ayy I'ma take you out like the garbage Then take yo' bitch out on a date at the gardens, ayy Try me if you want, I'm goin' hard And that mean I'm like a rocket, I take off like a rocket Don’t get outta It’s pulled up Uh uh rob it I got all that shit on voice memo, too Like a mothafucka [Verse 3] I've been catchin' vibes all night Go to Japan, it's a long flight That nigga try to run in my house Why me? Boy you took the wrong right, huh I've been ballin' hard all night Go to Japan, nigga, that's a long flight Go to Japan just to get some Off-White Shot at yo' mans 'cause he wasn’t comin right Me and CHASETHEMONEY finna chase the money Even on them rainy days, and when the days is sunny All these niggas broke as a joke, they be really bummy VVS on our wrist we used to be scummy, ayy Now a nigga too rich like a couple lighters on Bitch, I'm too lit Too legit, to quit nigga, yeah, I'm too real Speakin of two yesterday I took 2 pills, ayy Fuck yo' percs, I'm poppin' on a roxy Pull up on the scene and it's just me On a supermoto, totin my heat Pop a wheely while I pop a opp nigga Like a beat or sum’ bitch I'm bound to drop niggas, ayy I've been sippin' lean, I Speaker Knock niggas, ayy RIP yea that’s to Speaker Knocks nigga, ayy Remember cordin’ out Fort Knox nigga, ayy Hains all over my socks nigga, ayy Then I got rich and my knots bigger On god, I remember trappin’ out Fort Knox nigga [Verse 4] Jake witcha’ own bitch we to lit I remember cordin’ up my new shit I been on the wave with my new shit, my bad I been on the wave with my new shit, I’m talkin’ cruise ship Niggas on they fake shit, like an illusion I told you that I do dis’, you lookin’ stupid I pull up on the scene with my choppa it’s a uzi Money Longer, feel like I am Uzi Make a movie with yo’ bitch call me Clooney, uh Wit’ these tunes bitch I’m looney, ayy Told her show me dat ass move me, haha She ride me like a ten speed I know her boyfriend hatin’ on me, nigga filled with envy, ayy, ayy You ain’t real take a lot of convince me, I pull up on the scene and get to run shit like track meets, ayy Flex up on my ex I’m such athlete Add the millions up I’m feelin’ like a math geek It’s gon’ take mo’ than a hunnid’ to surpass me I threw a hunnid’ on a Robson bitch ass cheek, huh, huh To real, to real, to real To real, to real, to real , yeah Smokin’ on this chronic got my eyes red Kinda like the blood that he shed I’ma put a hole in his head Now his mom callin’ the feds First forty eight don’t go there When I go to Florida I got Zoe’s there When I go back to Chicago I got Moe’s there, Bd’s and 4’s there Pull up with that choppa, huh, shoot him like whoa there, uh, haha I said, When I go back to Chicago I got Woe’s there, Gd’s Bd’s and 4’s there, haha