Paper Chase

Kyeahh! You know im riding 'round the city juugin' These niggas don't understand this shit man Im on a motherfuckin paper chase [Hook (X2] Im on a paper chase Im on a paper chase Im on a paper chase Im on a paper chase I say im ridin round the city and im juugin Im ridin round the city and im juugin [Verse 1 - Young Scooter] Ridin through the city, stuck in traffic, me and casino Known for drug trafficking the work in 'lil mexico Cartel shit, clean work no Good prices through, plus you can double yours (Holy Sh-) And shit I know it cost $270,000 for it It's worth it, you can make a million dollars twerkin' Im certain, I get them bales and I wrap 'em perfect Im working, I can hear them dead people talkin Im after them, cuz you know im tryin to rubber band them Scooter got a dope boy vision, they can't stand him Especially, when im on a paper chase I dummy them My specialty, freebands nigga I want all of them Hook (X2) [Verse 2 - Young Scooter] Im ridin through the city, I got prices lower than you I can serve whatever I dont fuck with dog food Whenever, however I get them off and splurge through I flex so much I never know my next move Ridin past the aston martin all orange guts Off tan bricks man you know I fucked them up Im on a juug-a-thon counting, running bands up Im on a paper chase them old hundreds band up Swag bales, stacked up all the work whipped up Im ridin thru the city straight juugin free bands You buy a hundred pounds get a free ten bands You want that A1 holla at Future I remix a nigga' ass Hook (X2)