Curren$y Ft. Pharrell - Chasing Papers Lyrics

[start]

[Verse 1:Curren$y]
I know what it's like
To want it all, I was born to ball
Making Lamborghini engine sounds pedaling my bike
Lusted at luxury life since a tyke
Switches on a Monte Carlo turn a car into a trike
These images was burned in my mind
Chasing that paper like it stole something of mine
It did though, friends killed over small bills
I still go, hard spitting bars for them folk
Life so fragile
But the big bucks lay down the road less travelled
Cause they scared of the hazards
We living for the money, nigga we dying to have it
These hoes shaking asses doing lines
Popping valiums adding to a long list of bad habits
Niggas murdering, burglaring and kidnapping
Dashing and cashing all in the midst of the madness

[Hook: Pharrell Williams]
I know
I was there so I seen and I did what you up to
I know you're chasing the paper (my nigga)
I know that scared but it's there and the girls wanna fuck you.
I know you're chasing that paper (you're chasing that paper)

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
I know what that it is
All I wanted was some rims
I had a couple girls...
But I knew if I had some chrome, I could multiply them hoes by ten.
Materialistic them bitches is kinda hypocritical though my nigga.

Because we play the same games wit 'em
Guilty of it fuck it though
I'm lane switching with no roof like a house when a tornado hit it
No kidding this world ain't Disney.
These characters is after your pennies.
Stack up can't go far with the dealings.
Pimpin, back up, look at the whole picture and then see if it add up
I ain't no mathematician but I can count
On the jets fetching a very large amount
Racks on, racks on racks
Stretch marks on my account
I know how you feel I'm still feeling it now.

[Hook:]
I know
I was there so I seen and I did what you up to
I know you're chasing the paper (my nigga)
I know that scared but it's there and the girls wanna fuck you
I know you're chasing that paper (you're chasing that paper)

[Outro: Curren$y]
Eyes low but I'm still watching outsiders
Any girl know that she rolling with a rida.
Money on my mind yeah that shit is inside us.
I'm up all night chasing paper (paper)!

[Hook:]
I know
I was there so I seen and I did what you up to...
I know you're chasing the paper (my nigga)
I know that scared but it's there and the girls wanna fuck you.
I know you're chasing that paper (you're chasing that paper)!

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Mac Miller Feat. Pharrell - Onaroll Lyrics

[start]

Yeah, I be eatin' that Pink Slime
Haha here we go...

[Verse 1]
Got my chick makin' drinks with that cream, while I'm takin' sips of that lean
Life ain't a b*tch if you make a wish, you might break a record like me
Got a mill at age nineteen, but I may just give that back...
To show my friends I could do it again if I started all from scratch
All I do is rap, you can run and tell them hoes that...
(?), it's nice with no rubber, she like when I f*ck her like that
This rap's what I do, but I been fly, been fly
You're now inside of my sick mind, that Pink Slime, that Pink Slime

[Hook]
She get good grades, suck a dick, what more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to f*ck, what more could you ask for?
F*ck with drugs, fall in love, what more could ask for?
What more could you ask, w-what more could you ask?

[Verse 2]
Go a hundred miles an hour, ride around the city
Smokin' on that sour, couple bad ones with me
Used to rock all my brother's clothes.
Now designer brands, got a bunch of those.
Got a bunch of diamonds and a bunch of gold
Ridin' by the cops, I'm like f*ck em' though
Hoes turn bent for that Hermes, I'm bustin' nuts on her fur vest
My life is like a circus, my head's a little unfurnished
She on a roll, she Dean's list, her ass round like Venus
My penis, her cleavage, that freaky b*tch need Jesus...

[Hook]
She get good grades, suck a dick, what more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to f*ck, what more could you ask for?
F*ck with drugs, fall in love, what more could ask for?
What more could you ask, w-what more could you ask?

[Verse 3]
I'm switchin' up my flows, sellin' out these shows
Pop a bottle of Dom P, then spill it all on my clothes
Damn Mac, you're so grown, made a business all on my own
These labels callin' my phone, but I made this business all on my own
Give me that bass b*tch, I'm a bass head, let it break sh*t til it make a mess
I wrote myself another blank check, I'm f*ckin it', need a AIDS test
Win the Heisman, I'm MVP, Dan Marino, you Sandusky
MC Hammer, they can't touch me, Skateboard P, he be on that beat...

[Hook]
She get good grades, suck a dick, what more could you ask for?
Big ol' butt, love to f*ck, what more could you ask for?
F*ck with drugs, fall in love, what more could ask for?
What more could you ask, w-what more could you ask?

[End]
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Ludacris Ft. Pharrell - Money Maker Lyrics

[start]

Shake your money maker
Like somebody about to pay you
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraid of
Shh...
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey
Shake your money maker
Like somebody boutta pay you
Don't worry about them haters
Keep your nose up in the air
You know I got it
If you want it, come get it
Stand next to this money
Like - ey ey ey

[Verse 1:]
Shake shake shake your money maker
Like you were shaking it for some paper
Took your mama 9 months to make you
Might as well shake what you mama gave you

You ... you looking good in them jeans
I bet you look even better with me in between
I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
But yous a hell of a distraction when you shake your behind
I got j.o. on my right side pourin some cups
My whole hood is to my left and they ain't giving a fuck

So feel free to get loose and get carried away
So by tomorrow you forgot what you was saying today
But don't forget about this feeling that I'm making you get
And all the calories you burn from me making you sweat
The mile high points you earn when we taking my jet
And how everywhere you turn I'll be making you wet..

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Switch, switch, switch it from right to left and..
Switch it till you running right out of breath and..
Take a break until you ready again and..
You can invite over as many friends as..
you want to, but I really want you
Just be thankful that Pharrell gave you something to bump to...HEY
Luda...I'm at the top of my game
You want my hands from the bottom to top of your frame
And I...just wanna take a little ride on your curves
And get erotic giving your body just what it deserves and

Let me give you some swimming lessons on the penis
Backstroke, breaststroke, stroke of a genius...YUPP
Call me the renaissance man
Get up and I stay harder than a cinder block man....HEY!
I'm just a bedroom gangster
And I been meaning to tell you that I really must thank you when you...

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Rock rock rock it and make it work girl
Please don't stop it until it hurt girl
You..you been looking a little tipsy
So if you could just shake it a little this way
See I'm a member of the BBC
The original bread winner of DTP
And you the center of attention that's distracting the squad
Cause everybody in the camp is like OH MY GOD..she could...

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