LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeChase The Paper (Feat. Kidd Kidd, Prodigy, Styles P)
[50 Cent]I'm still a rider, I'm still rollingA nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owningYou chase the hoes, I chase the paperYou chase the hoes, I chase the paperYou chase the hoes, I chase the paperYou're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money makingI'm still a baller, I'm still ballingThat's five times I ain't picked up, your bitch still callingI'm super ghetto, I'm still with the shitStill pass the steel to my nigga, hit a lickWe still mob, niggas steal stuffWe still deal after deal, shit is no problemHe still love her, she ain't shitGet her a pair of Louboutins, she suck a dickStill real niggas, still will killTold the still bitch don't squeal, get your cap peeledThe Mac filled, black talons, hollow tipsCopper-tops, get your ass popped, watch a body dropI'm still a rider, I'm still rollingA nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owningYou chase the hoes, I chase the paperYou chase the hoes, I chase the paperYou chase the hoes, I chase the paperYou're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making[Kidd Kidd]I'm clean as a motherfucker, still getting my hands dirtyBitches they wanna fuck, grab a glass, you looking thirstySee I'm a gangsta, you soft as R&B singersI'm at a war with the banger, in the club with the shankerMask on, lone ranger, scope on the K, lone rangerRather be alive and rich than die and be famousLive my life in the fast lane, I crash into anythingI ain't here to entertain when I let them bullets singRims on, Rida Gang, slap the fuck out of you, niggaTrying to pull out your pistol when you know that you're lameYou chasing these bitches instead of chasing your paperNiggas taking your bitches while they taking your paperI'm goneI'm still a rider, I'm still rollingA nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owningYou chase the hoes, I chase the paperYou chase the hoes, I chase the paperYou chase the hoes, I chase the paperYou're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making[Prodigy]She on my leg like a little kidShe hump my leg like a horny pitPitbull in a skirt, yeah, I'm a magnetNow I ain't running after no broads, she stuck on my dickI'm a different breed, blame it on my genesMoney in my jeans, pockets turn her eyes greenShe's seeing dollar signs, I'm seeing reasons whyNever had to stress no pussy, I'm one of a kindPretty nigga with a gorgeous gunYou die a beautiful death, pull a stunt, lookThere ain't a bitch more dime than meThe thirst is real, she knocking over drinks to get next to meWhile youI'm still a rider, I'm still rollingA nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owningYou chase the hoes, I chase the paperYou chase the hoes, I chase the paperYou chase the hoes, I chase the paperYou're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making[Styles P]Ghetto niggas still'll pick a penny upYou outside chasing them hoes throwing your Henny upLittle homie loading a semi upCatch him all after the club, tell him to ante upAnyway, each and every day, I'm looking for a better wayYou owe me, you better payGhost, let the beretta sprayHood want uncut dope and some better yayI ain't chasing pussy, never haveHustle hard, take a break, run and get some head and assStill robbing, still rolling, still need a maskStill popping, still slinging, still need the cashI'm still a rider, I'm still rollingA nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owningYou chase the hoes, I chase the paperYou chase the hoes, I chase the paperYou chase the hoes, I chase the paperYou're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making
LETROU FEATURE
Stage Mode
Large text, automatic scrolling and fullscreen for singing or practice.
FIND ANOTHER SONG
Find a song
Search by title or artist.
SINGER CENTER
Open tools →Train your voice
Breathing, warm-ups, pitch and vocal range.