Cross Country

Lyrics

[Chorus: Curtis Williams] I can't chase a bitch, I'm busy chasing money Never chase a bitch, I'm busy chasing money Said I'm chasing after money like it's running from me Come here Chasing after money like it's running from me Where you going? [Verse 1: Curtis Williams] I'm the type of nigga that'll break her heart Pull her out the club, fuck her in the car This [?] on my shoes, I'm rocking what you want I just put a gram in this fuckin blunt I got hella hoes, I got hella hoes Niggas hate to see me, I'm everywhere they go She don't wanna smoke, she just want some blow She playing with her nose, she playing with her nose [?] [?] off the lot Sauce is my demeaner [?] the cleaners Bad bitch she a diva Gotta catch a flight to meet her [Chorus: Curtis Williams] I can't chase a bitch, I'm busy chasing money Never chase a bitch, I'm busy chasing money Said I'm chasing after money like it's running from me Come here Chasing after money like it's running from me Where you going? [Verse 2: Reese LAFLARE] Chasing money like it's running from me I got cash, I got racks and hundreds Me and Curtis, we like Tails and Sonic [?] Racing for the money like I'm driving Nascar 7 grams in the blunt, that's a [?] [?] green Lambo look like Reptar Expensive fabrics on me, Gucci head scarf Racing to that money, you gon need a headstart Used to drive a Honda, now the whip is press start I see it in your eyes, you stressed out Mr. Fantastic [?] stretch out [Chorus: Curtis Williams] I can't chase a bitch, I'm busy chasing money Never chase a bitch, I'm busy chasing money Said I'm chasing after money like it's running from me Come here Chasing after money like it's running from me Where you going?