Chasing Them Funds Songtext
von Chris Marlow

Running the race with
A marathon pace
Training like Rocky
But training like Training Day
Stamina slamming ya
Showing ya fate
Take a few shots
But I′m back in ya face
I don't step back
I ain′t shaking that way
Only baking with shake
But don't hate on the plate
Eating is eating
I get what I take
Take what I get and
I give it away They hating the way that
I'm giving the game
Blessing the haters
Every day that I pray
Hate on me pimpin′
I′m taking the hate
Come from the '80′s
We hold all our weight
And move in a way that
The ninjas amazed
2 47 I'm blazed
I call it Mike Epps cuz
I′m topping that flight
On a De De
Topping that flight
On a day day


AM no sun
Winning begun
Don't fuck with bums
Marlow no scrub
Money too much
Not to get some
Chasing them funds
Weight by the ton

AM no sun
Smoke me a blunt
Puff puff and pass it
Back to my stash and
This not nor that then
This that grow cashes
This for them bosses
Not for bum asses
I′m on my mad shit
Going for classic
Unknown as average
Known past my adlibs
Hustles not cashed yet
Going for mad bricks
Leave still the mattress
Pulling from mad checks

Patiently waiting while
Heavily grinding
Placing my stake
In the place it belong
No kidding
I'm seeking I'm finding
Pieces to build me a thrown
Nobody gon′ throw
You no bones
Nobody gon′ give
You no home
Learn on your own
And own what you learn
Get what you must
But what you deserve
I swear if you doing for others
They doing for you
Not even knowing
The way that it work
Straight from the line
Straight from the word
I'm blanking these demons
And handling business
Playing no fences
I′m knowing the business
Keeping my eyes
All over the picture
Keeping disguise
I'm knowing the scriptures
Playing the days
I′m going for richer

AM no sun
Winning begun
Don't fuck with bums
Marlow no scrub
Money too much
Not to get some
Chasing them funds
Weight by the ton