[Lyric] FuCkBøY Anthem (NYA JD)

[Hook]
Watch me chase it
Chase it till I’m rich
I’m gone chase it
Chase it till I’m rich
Won’t catch me chasing
After no bitch
Chase it, chase it till I’m rich
I’m gone chase it
Chase it till I’m rich
Won’t catch me chasing
After no bitch

[Verse]
And I won’t stop man
Till I make it, (no)
I got my hand up
It’s my turn to say shit (shh)
Y’all wildin out
But yo that ain’t my business
I’m smoking up
Don’t get caught in my clouds
We don’t go back for niggas
Who get lost with the crowds, (hol up, hol up,)
We coming through not with
Quarters but pounds
We smoke it up
Make these niggas foolish
He go dumb
That’s why he’s drooling
When we smoke him out
He gone be quiet while he walking
They gone smell the loud
If you talking shit, then it’s game
End wit a tec, hit with a foul
My wordplay shoot like strays
It go overhead
I call these bitches flocking birds
Cause they just want the bread
So focused on my music
Paper on my mind
I am the test
Niggas acting hella wild
Man we capture him
Get turnt to a vest
I wear my beanie when I’m texting
Cause these niggas talk in caps
I beat the pussy till it weeping
Got hoes that will back all that
Don’t hate the player
Hate The Game, got your bird
All Eyes On Me, (damn)
He goin crazy someone stop him
Who let him off the leash
Mollied up, we cross faded, (hol up)
Turning up in this bitch
Stranger Things I’ll call you Toothless
How I make you lose all your teeth
All seats were full, wiped down my pants
Told ma come grab a seat
She all alone at the party
Pulled up like I’m shooting from deep(buzzer beater)
Don’t call me in the morning
You know you won’t like beep
These niggas following
Wanna be me, too goated, y’all be like sheep
You think she wit her friends
She ain’t, she out here fucking me
She text you goodnight baby
Staying over, good dick put her to sleep
It’s NYA, hand on my chest
Cause I’m feeling the beat
Not gone lie ya bars are cold
So let me just turn up the heat
All this snow he brought to the spot
Could make white girls act like kids
I want all the smoke
Hope y’all niggas got lung capacity
And we shooting shots
And we chase it with coke and Hennessy
Damsel in distress, her way of tryna
Be my lady
This the fuckboy anthem
Shawty you can’t be my baby
Now she throwing cuss words
But this bitch wanted a saviour

[Hook]
Watch me chase it
Chase it till I’m rich
I’m gone chase it
Chase it till I’m rich
Won’t catch me chasing
After no bitch
Chase it, chase it till I’m rich
I’m gone chase it
Chase it till I’m rich
Won’t catch me chasing
After no bitch