Terrified - Z Money

Yeah

Got them niggas terrified

I got ‘em terrified

Got them niggas terrified

(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)

I got ‘em (I got ‘em…)

Got these niggas terrified, I’m whipping berry pie

Fifty shots up in a coupe, might catch a homicide

Hope yo car is bullet proof, ‘cause I’m like

Two thousand for my tennis shoes, drink got me hypnotized

Bitch I’ma big guy, might buy a laundromat

I send a hit out, and come and wipe yo ass

Cash inside a Louis bag, and not a Nike bag (Yeah)

Bitch I’ma big guy, I gotta priceless tag (Yeah)

What’s the point in kicking it, know me and you we different

I be chasing money, you be chasing dirty bitches

And them dirty bitches they all got a dirty kitchen

All I need know cook it up that gas, and where to piss in

I be thrown VL’s up, I do not be crip’n

Skip into the back, they ask me why the fuck I’m skipping

I just made two hundred bucks today it fit like Christmas

Know I wanna fondle I’ma tuck and I’ma dish it

Said she let me tap that ass I swear she made me miss it

Said she love a nigga who be out selling chicken

Loyal to the business stacked a hundred ‘cause I’m with it

Dick all in her stomach she gon' move to fucking feel it

Got these niggas terrified, I’m whipping berry pie

Fifty shots up in a coupe, might catch a homicide

Hope yo car is bullet proof, ‘cause I’m like

Two thousand for my tennis shoes, drink got me hypnotized

Bitch I’ma big guy, might buy a laundromat

I send a hit out, and come and wipe yo ass

Cash inside a Louis bag, and not a Nike bag

Bitch I’ma big guy, I gotta priceless tag

Nigga talk and all no money, have no problem shooing

Fade this cookie blunt I flame it up that what I’m blowing

Came up in the hood on white on white you think it’s snowing

Gotta have my cash and held my pack wherever going

You boyfriend he coming over, crumbs he still be longing

Niggas they be killing me, they grown tryna hold hand

Motherfucker game become a trapper I be hustling

I came in this bitch with a bank roll and thuggin'

Two fours on my coupe for the times I was strugglin'

Gained so many Christmas got my pocket fucking bustin'

No thug loving, only hundreds cuffing

Pop a perc and then run in the pussy then she love me

Got these niggas terrified, I’m whipping berry pie

Fifty shots up in a coupe, might catch a homicide

Hope yo car is bullet proof, ‘cause I’m like

Two thousand for my tennis shoes, drink got me hypnotized

Bitch I’ma big guy, might buy a laundromat

I send a hit out, and come and wipe yo ass

Cash inside a Louis bag, and not a Nike bag

Bitch I’ma big guy, I gotta priceless tag

Got them niggas terrified

I got ‘em (I got ‘em…)

Got them niggas terrified

I got ‘em (I got ‘em…)