Side of the Ocean - Chasethemoney

Hit the gas, you gon' hear the motor open

Yeah, it’s mine, but I drive it like it’s stolen

Pouring Wock', I call that the magic potion

Eating dinner off the side of the ocean

Homicide, we’ll throw him in the—

Six hundred for these shorts, I done bought like six pairs

Put so much drank in the pop, looking at my cup scary

My bitch mad at me, shit, but I don’t really care

I’ma get you right, bro, I got something in the air

When it’s walkdown time, man, a nigga here scary

If you can’t take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen

You can’t shoot everybody nowadays, niggas snitching

If you touch my pints, then you gon' go missing

It’s like twenty Bossa Nova bags all through the kitchen

All you hear is the motor, then it do a little whistle

All you hear is the motor, hit the lights, then we get you

Got ninety-nine choppers, yeah, one for every issue

Riding with a Five-seveN, that’s a real big pistol

If you wanna start the car, hit the button

Boy, what you doing minor, it ain’t nothing

Now I shift and hit the gas, get it jumping (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)

Now I shift and hit the gas, get it (Let's get it)

One-fifty on my line, bitch, you two, I’m the one

Pull up, box a nigga in, so we know he can’t run

Pull up, box a nigga in, then we empty our guns

Sipping lean on the beach, you ain’t did neither one

Forty round on the chopper, or I could switch it to the drum

You was loving on that ho, boy, I know you feel dumb (Fa)

Hit the gas, you gon' hear the motor open

Yeah, it’s mine, but I drive it like it’s stolen

Pouring Wock', I call that the magic potion

Eating dinner off the side of the ocean

Fa