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phelo - chasing lyrics
chasing the money and clang of em chains
(ehhh)
what
chasing the money and clang of em chains
you think we go fumble we ain’t taking no chance
straight from the bottom we making em change
this is our hustle this is our daily bread
crossed our heart until to the game
no sacrifice we ain’t selling for the fame
part of my blood it flow through my veins
straight out of trenches we living no shame
chasing the money and clang of em chains
you think we go fumble we ain’t taking no chance
straight from the bottom we making em change
this is our hustle this is our daily bread crossed our heart until to the game
no sacrifice we ain’t selling for the fame
part of my blood it flow through my veins
straight out of trenches we living no shame
chasing the money forget about them thots
this is no hobby this s___t got no bubby
i don’t give a d_mn this my hustle
can’t move back when i know that i got it
money can’t buy it
can’t give for the penny
still alive and i know we gon’ get in
lil dawgs but we move like the greatest
i cannot fall back
when i know we gon’ beat it up
in my hood yeah i move like the god
if you got problem say it out loud
and your tongue maybe be got cut
we beating odds
now we got time
we ripping of them off
now it’s mob ties
breaking a jaw without a touch
got a talk
i bet are those his allvower
we breaking em all
we showing your lies
chasing the money and clang in it
can’t let this s___t slide like a mice
this life ain’t nice but hard
breaking ice putting without no doubt
through the lies we living it up
it’s a knife we making the cut
we finna rise i bet that sh_t it up
cannot fumble we sack em all (bow)
chasing the money and clang of em chains
you think we go fumble we ain’t taking no chance
straight from the bottom we making em change
this is our hustle this is our daily bread
crossed our heart until to the game
no sacrifice we ain’t selling for the fame
part of my blood it flow through my veins
straight out of trenches we living no shame
chasing the money and clang of em chains
you think we go fumble we ain’t taking no chance
straight from the bottom we making em change
this is our hustle this is our daily bread
crossed our heart until to the game
no sacrifice we ain’t selling for the fame
part of my blood it flow through my veins
straight out of trenches we living no shame
(yeah,yeah)
(woo!)
deep in the kasi the only making me stress is to get the money(get in the h__)
watching young n___s look fresh eating women we l_st with no money
respect only come when you looking proper the cologne make your body honey
don’t ever be confused women will start coming to you to give you sloppy (d_mn)
rejected labelled as irrelevant arrogance changed to acceptance (from what n___)
ain’t no body change the way i perceive the world money bring pretence (man f___)
who said the streets only got murder gossip they use you as a reference
i learned to never call somebody my close friend give me deference
on god i miss the days we use dap looking cool infront of girls (dap on these h__s)
nowhere days getting women hard sprinkle money they come like birds(lget me em h__s)
watching her getting played hurt my heart but that n___ he became the third
member leave your heart at home get money sip wine clear the thirst
chasing the money and clang of em chains
you think we go fumble we ain’t taking no chance
straight from the bottom we making em change
this is our hustle this is our daily bread
we crossed our heart until to the game
no sacrifice we ain’t selling for the fame
part of my blood it flow through my veins
straight out of trenches we living no shame
chasing the money and clang of em chains
you think we go fumble we ain’t taking no chance
straight from the bottom we making em change
this is our hustle this is our daily bread
we crossed our heart until to the game
no sacrifice we ain’t selling for the fame
part of my blood it flow through my veins
straight out of trenches we living no shame
at clang of em chains
we making em change
at clang of em chains
we making em change
chasing the money and clang of em chains
(ehhh)
what
hook
chasing the money and clang of em chains
you think we go fumble we ain’t taking no chance
straight from the bottom we making em change
this is our hustle this is our daily bread
crossed our heart until to the game
no sacrifice we ain’t selling for the fame
part of my blood it flow through my veins
straight out of trenches we living no shame
chasing the money and clang of em chains
you think we go fumble we ain’t taking no chance
straight from the bottom we making em change
this is our hustle this is our daily bread crossed our heart until to the game
no sacrifice we ain’t selling for the fame
part of my blood it flow through my veins
straight out of trenches we living no shame
verse
chasing the money forget about them thots
this is no hobby this s___t got no bubby
i don’t give a d_mn this my hustle
can’t move back when i know that i got it
money can’t buy it
can’t give for the penny
still alive and i know we gon’ get in
lil dawgs but we move like the greatest
i cannot fall back
when i know we gon’ beat it up
in my hood yeah i move like the god
if you got problem say it out loud
and your tongue maybe be got cut
we beating odds
now we got time
we ripping of them off
now it’s mob ties
breaking a jaw without a touch
got a talk
i bet are those his allvower
we breaking em all
we showing your lies
hook
chasing the money and clang in it
can’t let this s___t slide like a mice
this life ain’t nice but hard
breaking ice putting without no doubt
through the lies we living it up
it’s a knife we making the cut
we finna rise i bet that sh_t it up
cannot fumble we sack em all (bow)
hook
chasing the money and clang of em chains
you think we go fumble we ain’t taking no chance
straight from the bottom we making em change
this is our hustle this is our daily bread
crossed our heart until to the game
no sacrifice we ain’t selling for the fame
part of my blood it flow through my veins
straight out of trenches we living no shame
chasing the money and clang of em chains
you think we go fumble we ain’t taking no chance
straight from the bottom we making em change
this is our hustle this is our daily bread
crossed our heart until to the game
no sacrifice we ain’t selling for the fame
part of my blood it flow through my veins
straight out of trenches we living no shame
(yeah,yeah)
(woo!)
verse 2
deep in the kasi the only making me stress is to get the money(get in the h__)
watching young n___s look fresh eating women we l_st with no money
respect only come when you looking proper the cologne make your body honey
don’t ever be confused women will start coming to you to give you sloppy (d_mn)
rejected labelled as irrelevant arrogance changed to acceptance (from what n___)
ain’t no body change the way i perceive the world money bring pretence (man f___)
who said the streets only got murder gossip they use you as a reference
i learned to never call somebody my close friend give me deference
on god i miss the days we use dap looking cool infront of girls (dap on these h__s)
nowhere days getting women hard sprinkle money they come like birds(lget me em h__s)
watching her getting played hurt my heart but that n___ he became the third
member leave your heart at home get money sip wine clear the thirst
chasing the money and clang of em chains
you think we go fumble we ain’t taking no chance
straight from the bottom we making em change
this is our hustle this is our daily bread
we crossed our heart until to the game
no sacrifice we ain’t selling for the fame
part of my blood it flow through my veins
straight out of trenches we living no shame
chasing the money and clang of em chains
you think we go fumble we ain’t taking no chance
straight from the bottom we making em change
this is our hustle this is our daily bread
we crossed our heart until to the game
no sacrifice we ain’t selling for the fame
part of my blood it flow through my veins
straight out of trenches we living no shame
outro
at clang of em chains
we making em change
at clang of em chains
we making em change
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