[Lyric] GTTM (Chase Racks)

[Intro: Chase Racks]
Get to the money
Get to the money
Motherfucker I get to the money

Look

[Verse 1: Chase Racks]
I'm off the Hennessy
If I be talking
Don't take that shit credibly
Don't turn to my enemy
You not a friend of me

(You already know how we fucking rocking)

[Chorus: Chase Racks]
Get to the money
Bitch I get to the money
(Bitch I get to the money)
Motherfucker I get to the money
(Get it)
Get to the money
(Get it)
Gеt to the money
Look

[Verse 2: Chase Racks]
I'm off the Hеnnessy, if I be talking don't take that shit credibly
Don't turn to my enemy, I fuck with you but you still not a friend of me
(You not a friend of me)
I got the recipe, I feel like Sheff, all my dogs living Pedigree
(All of my doggies)
Bro caught a felony, won't be surprised when a motherfucker tell on me

I'm feeling like KD, move like a snake, I fake and I take threes
Hop in a Mercedes
Dropping up the top, it pop, it look crazy
(Skrrt)
Heard he gotta pay fees
Oven really bake him up like a pastry
I got like 8 keys, hide in the spot but I know where the place be
(I know where you stay bro)

[Chorus: Chase Racks]
Get to the money
Look
Bitch I get to the money
(Bitch I get to the money)
Ha, motherfucker i get to the money
(Get it)
Get to the money
Get to the money
[Verse 3: Chase Racks]
Don't think I've been drilling enough, gotta get back into it, get back on my shit
I'm tryna come up on racks, bring it back to the Roc, imma stack it and flip
How could you claim you a rapper when each line a joke, you be capping and shit?
(Cap)
He tryna talk on the net, when it come to the bread I be jacking his shit
(I be jacking his shit)

How he be moving so extra, he scheming too dangerous, clapping them sticks
Straight politic on the buck, when we send it he duck, man I laugh at that bitch
(Ha ha)
I'm no Lebron or Tom Brady, we toking that pack, I'm not passing that shit
Hop in the front with a blunt, imma finish that bitch til' I crash in the whip

Run up on me you a dumb fuck
24/7 I'm packing, my gun tucked
You making these drills up, from what?
You see a laser, you better go run, duck

We pulling up to his passing
Heard he got clipped in the head with a Mac10
Everyone wonder what happened
Maybe think twice 'fore the motherfucking capping

[Chorus: Chase Racks]
(You know I)
Get to the money
Huh
Bitch I get to the money
Look
Motherfucker I get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money
[Verse 4: Chase Racks]
Pick six
He got locked up for the Crip shit
I took that bitch to the store, she my rich bitch
Told her to be on her slick shit

Don't be a witness
Run up with a chop, it pop with its quickness
I got a sickness
When I make a bop it drop on the hitlist

[Outro: Chase Racks}
Get to the money
Bitch I get to the money
Motherfucker i get to the money
Get to the money
Get to the money