[Lyric] Chasin The Racks (ArtLA)

[Intro: artLA, Valee, Velodawn & DJ Victoriouz]
CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY
(Velodawn got that)
Bitch
DJ Victoriouz with me in the building
Velodawn got that
Huh? Yeah, uh

[Chorus]
Everyday chasin' the racks (Yeah)
They ask where I'm from, it's the 'Raq, yeah
Eighteen, I came upon a sack nigga (Uh-huh)
Everybody wanna pat me on the back (Uh-huh)
Everybody wanna tell me congrats (Uh-huh)
You ain't gotta do all that (Yeah)
You weren't with me in the trap (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
My wrist a Ferrari, ain't talkin' tarantula
Look at my bank account, shit is gargantuan
I'm not from this planet, I feel like an namekian
Your nigga a dummy, he just like a mannequin
I'm fresh to death, bitch, I feel like a mannequin
Havoc come, savages, costin' insanity
You fuck with my friends, my girl, or my momma
I'm putting a hit on your whole fuckin' family
[Verse]
Both of my wrists on freezer, hard to bеlieve like Black Jеsus, uh
I got a choppa that'll send you to Hell like you just slapped Jesus, uh
Aim at a cracker if I ask you shit, you ain't nothing but a pile of feces, huh
I need Jesus pieces, huh
Just hoes, Reeses' pieces, uh
Haha, I'm a funny ass nigga, ain't I
Picasso on the beat, I'ma draw like a painter
Now she giving me brain, pop out her retainer
If she ever take it out, cum on her retainer
Smith and Wesson five-hundred, feelin' like I'm on Ranger
Momma told me "Never talk to strangers"
I look in the mirror and talk to a stranger
I keep my hoes in cages
But I ain't R. Kelly, she told me her cage was amazing
Life is a book, it's crazy, I get richer every single time that I'm turnin' the pages
Niggas be fakin', shady
Gotta watch them niggas gettin' fucked up by they homies on the daily
Nobody believed I could do it but Bailey
Like Christopher Ming, now they call me the greatest
Still a rock hard chinchilla dressed in the latest
I'm a mothefuckin' gorilla, I'm on my ape shit
I've been listening spirtually, prayin' I make it
Shit gettin' to it, I'm too much of a drug dealer
Make a fuck nigga see the crossroads, I'm a bone thug nigga
No love, shawty, twelve slugs, stone cold killer
Lot of motherfuckers is saying I love 'em, I think they Pinocchio, huh
But the kid better than the Louis V on the denim
Gun on me, overseas, doper than a coke king
Moncler, Dior, Gucci, plus more, nigga, I'm the coat king
Fucking yo' bitch from the back while you sippin' fake Act, huh, it's me
I fucked her hard then she said that she like it then she get down and licked me
I bought yo' bitch then we jumped in a new Mercedes
[Chorus]
Uh
Everyday chasin' the racks (Yeah)
They ask where I'm from, it's the 'Raq, yeah
Eighteen, I came upon a sack nigga (Uh-huh)
Everybody wanna pat me on the back (Uh-huh)
Everybody wanna tell me congrats (Uh-huh)
You ain't gotta do all that (Yeah)
You weren't with me in the trap (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
My wrist a Ferrari, ain't talkin' tarantula
Look at my bank account, shit is gargantuan
I'm not from this planet, I feel like an namekian
Your nigga a dummy, he just like a mannequin
I'm fresh to death, bitch, I feel like a mannequin
Havoc come, savages, costin' insanity
You fuck with my friends, or my girl, or my momma
I'm putting a hit on your whole fuckin' family

[Outro: DJ Victoriouz & Valee]
DJ Victoriouz with me in the building
CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY