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Juice Wrld - Chasethemoney Freestyle Lyrics

[Part I: Priceless Freestyle]

[Verse 1]
Uh, uh
Uh-a-uh, uh
Na na na-na-na na na na
Na na na-na-na na na na
Yeah, brand new cars, brand new drugs
Brand new outlet, a brand new plug
Same old nigga, just brand new us
I've been gettin' high as a bitch, so what?
50 for a hundred, uh, if I show up
100 for appearance I don't gotta show up
I remember I was broke then I blew up
Now I feel like Makonnen in the club, go up, ayy, uh
Perky with the cup
Yoppa kinda uh uh and I feel it in my gut
Try me if you wanna, yeah, they be in the cut
Choppa kinda hungry, yeah, make it eat you up, ayy
Xans, Robituss', uh, couldn't get enough, ayy
Mix it with the Tuss’, uh, then I sip it up, ayy
Now I'm high as fuck, oh
Glue stick stuck uh
Pull up with the choppa, click-clack, buck buck, ayy
This my masterplan
Ain’t no master man
Pull up on 'em, avalanche
All this ice up on my wrist, I swear it's like an avalanche
Feel like 50 Cent like I said cuz many men
They be hating, niggas basic
You a mutt, you don't got no home training
Pull up on the scene, lil' bro totin' stainless
He look like James Bond 007 the way he aim it
Leave a nigga brainless, leave his face up on the pavement
Presidential head presidential Rollie Sara Palin
She was in my bed, givin' head
Spread her legs, do her in
I'm gon' get this cash ugh, invest in a bag ugh
You can’t have uh uh uh uh
I know that they want what I have, ugh
Pull up on they ave', ugh
Choppa like a mask, the way it pull up and it blast, ugh
I don't need no mask
I can’t uh uh uh
Time travel, yeah, I'm from the future and the past
Ballin' hard like Steve Nash
Bitch I get cash
This a big gat, grr, grr, grrow, get back
Uh-uh-uh-uh uh uh uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh uh eh uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh uh eh uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh uh uh
Start this beat over
Somebody got a -
Real
Uh-uh-uh rare
Bitch I'm too rare
I’ma no
Bitch I’m too rare
Don't bring your friends 'cause, bitch, I don't care
I said, bitch I’m too rare
Don't bring your friends 'cause, bitch, I don't care
Pull up in a Benz and they stop and they stare
I'm gon' get this cash, try to take it, don't dare
I be with them guys that’d kill for me
I be with them guys that’d drill for me
We don't got no time for no feelings, uh, ayy
I'm too busy countin' up my winnings, uh, ayy
Louis V backpack, match the Louis jacket
Lost my father, I'm a rich bastard
Nigga, why bother?
I'ma get this cash
And these niggas playin', catch up, far too ahead, yeah
You can get it, uh, got it twistin like some dreads, uh
I was in the kitchen whippin', rollin' off the meds, uh
All these niggas snitches, bitches tellin' to the feds, uh
I ain't really talk about no rainbow head
I’m been in a sum’ in a sayin’ over here, huh
All these niggas snitching, bitches tellin' to the feds, uh
All these niggas snitching, bitches tellin' to the feds, uh
Nah, nah I ain’t talkin’ bout that rainbow head, uh, uh, ayy, uh
Uh uh flying colors
Brand new Ferrari, that shit pass with flying colors, uh
I’ll shoot up the party, I’m diminished, I’ma butler
Lil' bitch, I'm from Chicago, throwing bullets Jay Cutler
Remember I was servin' work like a butler
Now I got this VVS's on me, Ice road trucker
I'm a money makin' motherfucker
That mean I make money then put dick up in your mother
I've been ballin' like Iman Shumpert
Kobe Bryant really shootin threes just for comfort
In the night time, I turn into a monster
Killin' all these beats, bitch, I feel like a Jeffrey Dahmer
Give me long neck, shorty like a ostrich
Fly without trying so my closet like a cockpit
They try to judge a nigga, you ain't Johnnie Cochran
I promise if it's problems if you run up get it often
I got powers like my first name Austin
Runnin' while I'm dropping bombs, marathon in Boston
Try me, I'ma pull up to your new apartment
And kick all of the bitches out then kill you, call me Martin
Dead homies in the blunt spark it
I’m in the bus gettin it bussin had to Rosa Park it, ayy
Try me if you want, bitch, I'm a martian
That mean I got a laser with a motherfuckin' target, ayy
I'ma take you out like the garbage
Then take yo' bitch out on a date at the gardens, ayy
Try me if you want, I'm goin' hard
And that mean I'm like a rocket, I take off like a rocket
Don’t get outta
It’s pulled up
Uh uh rob it
I got all that shit on voice memo, too
Like a mothafucka
I've been catchin' vibes all night
Go to Japan, it's a long flight
That nigga tried to run in my house
Why me? Boy you took the wrong right, huh
I've been ballin' hard all night
Go to Japan, nigga, that's a long flight
Go to Japan just to get some Off-White
Shot at yo' mans 'cause he wasn’t comin right
Me and CHASETHEMONEY finna chase the money
Even on them rainy days, and when the days is sunny
All these niggas broke as a joke, they be really bummy
VVS on our wrist we used to be scummy, ayy
Now a nigga too rich like a couple lighters on Bitch, I'm too lit
Too legit, to quit nigga, yeah, I'm too real
Speakin of two yesterday I took 2 pills, ayy
Fuck yo' percs, I'm poppin' on a roxy
Pull up on the scene and it's just me
On a supermoto, totin my heat
Pop a wheely while I pop a opp nigga
Like a beat or sum’ bitch I'm bound to drop niggas, ayy
I've been sippin' lean, I Speaker Knock niggas, ayy
RIP yea that’s to Speaker Knocks nigga, ayy
Remember 'cordin’ out Fort Knox nigga, ayy
Hanes all over my socks nigga, ayy
Then I got rich and my knots bigger
On god, I remember trappin’ out Fort Knox nigga
Jake watcha on? Bitch we too lit
I remember cordin’ up my new shit
I been on the wave with my new shit, my bad
I been on the wave with my new shit, I’m talkin’ cruise ship
Niggas on they fake shit, like an illusion
I told you that I do dis’, you lookin’ stupid
I pull up on the scene with my choppa it’s a uzi
Money Longer, feel like I am Uzi
Make a movie with yo’ bitch call me Clooney, uh
Wit’ these tunes bitch I’m looney, ayy
Told her show me dat ass moon me, haha
She ride me like a ten speed I know her boyfriend hatin’ on me, nigga filled with envy, ayy, ayy
You ain’t real, take a lot to convince me, I pull up on the scene and get to run shit like track meets, ayy
Flex up on my ex I’m such athlete
Add the millions up I’m feelin’ like a math geek
It’s gon’ take mo’ than a hunnid’ to surpass me
I threw a hunnid’ on a random bitch ass cheek, huh, huh
Too real, too real, too real
Too real, too real, too real , yeah
Smokin’ on this chronic got my eyes red
Kinda like the blood that he shed
I’ma put a hole in his head
Now his mom callin’ the feds
First forty-eight don’t go there
When I go to Florida I got Zoe’s there
When I go back to Chicago I got Moe’s there, BD’s and 4’s there
Pull up with that choppa, huh, shoot him like whoa there, uh, haha
I said, I go back to Chicago I got Moe’s there, GD’ an-
BD’s and 4’s there, haha
[Part II: Rain Dance Freestyle]

[Verse 1]
You know you gotta hop in shit like a muh'fucker
You know you gotta hop in this video, Chase, c'mon
Yeah, sittin' in a room with a handful bands and a handful of thots
I'm sittin' in a room with a handful bands and a handful of thots
Brother on the run from the law, I pray to god that he never get caught
Triple nine tatted on me 'till the death, boy, I swear this shit like a cult
I five shots I guess to my gun I'ma boss
My pockets fat as fuck, I put the Rick to Ross
Shoot yo' Adam's apple, now it's apple sauce
I feel like Kobe Bryant, before I shoot boy get crossed
I'm in my lane, I made my lane, so bitch I'm surfin'
If I go broke I don't really care, 'cause I'll go back to servin'
I was in the streets lurkin', off of them Perkies, fuckin' a Persian
Went to the bank and I fucked on the bank, like a muh'fuckin' pervert
Swallow my Family Guy, bitch, I feel like Peter
You run up on me, I'ma hit 'em, yeah, I got my hand on my heater
My flow is off of the meter
I make her scream, "Oh baby, baby," like she's Justin Bieber
Swallow my babies, babies, 'cause I don't need 'em
These niggas my son anyway, so uh-uh I'm gon beat 'em
Pull up on the scene choppa on me with a beam, I'ma shoot like Derek Jeter
Someone might grab a thermometer, 'cause I feel like I got a fever
Ayy, ayy, huh
I don’t wanna fuck a bitch, I don’t need her, ayy-ayy
Put a ring ‘round her throat cuz the lil’ bitch a keeper, ayy
She my Victoria Secret
I need the money of pieces
Pockets on them they facetious
Told her to give me a reason
I just been blowin’ these trees and
I got my brothers back, they got my back too, they will not guilty of treason
Roll up the weed cuz I need it I’m smokin’ this reefer like Wizzy Khalifa
Run up on me I’ma shoot got my hand on my heater, uh, uh-uh-uh, uh
My gun is a thot just like Mia Khalifa, huh, yeah
My gun is a hoe just like Mia Khalifa, I come like Nas cuz I got the Ether, pull up like grrah
Niggas ain’t shit but some hoes I don’t need ‘em, I kick to the side
The choppa got a kickback and it hit yo’ ass and yo’ left eye, yeah
Fuckin’ that bitch for a couple of times, yeah
I hit that bitch like a couple of times, yeah
I pour the syrup a couple of times
I ran through a pint like a dozen of times, ayy
This little light of mine
It’s gon get cash, and attract the concubines, yeah
I’m searchin’ so I find
He a pussy boy, he a feline, yeah
Bitch I’m Jimi Hendrix
With this shit I’m kickin’
Shut the fuck up nigga listen
Ball on a nigga no Piston
Nigga I’m army enlisted
Don’t give a fuck ‘bout a bitch or a nigga
Run up on me then that clip’ll get bigger
Hop on my dick like she lookin’ like Tigger, ayy
I’m in love with her figure
Uh thank you so much
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh big bands
Uh-uh uh-uh rain dance
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make ‘em’ rain dance
Something like that, like ayy
Uh uh uh uh uh ayy
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Just bought a house in the A’, huh
Nigga need a new vacay, huh
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Sum uh uh may yeah
Uh na uh L.A
It’s pulled up
Hold on lemme do this
Lemme spit this verse some more real quick
[Verse 2]
Uh uh, c’mon
Hit the strip club, damn
U tryna roll up
Uh uh ray bans
Uh uh uh uh ray bans
I’m gonna wait, aight
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Uh uh ayy yeah
Louis V frame, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Uh-uh uh-uh mason
Louis V frames, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Uh-uh uh like a mason
Uh-uh uh like a mason
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Uh-uh uh like vation
Uh-uh uh-uh huh
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Came in the club with a k, yeah
Shot a muhfucka in the face, yeah
Spray a muhfucka no mace, yeah
What I say the first time bro
Louis V frames, no ray bans
[Verse 3]
Uh-uh uh-uh make em’ rain dance
Uh-uh uh-uh like a bases
Uh-uh uh-uh
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Gettin’ that money like a mason
I’ma no
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Uh-uh uh-uh like masons
Uh-uh uh-uh like Jasons
Uh-uh uh-uh bae fam
Uh-uh uh-uh like a gazin’
Ballin’ on the moon in these Bape pants, yeah
I’m goin’ ape fam
Superman without a cape, yeah, uh
Pull up get baked, yeah
Smokin’ like 420 blaze, yeah
420 blaze it
Smokin’ til’ I’m like a Asian, uh
Heart on the pavement
Don’t give fuck what you sayin’
I’m high so I’m never gon’ land’
She told she don’t got a man
I told her that I understand
I just wanna rack up the bands
So I could take a trip to France
I already went to France
So I think I may go there again, okay
I get it in
The money, yeah, I’m boutta spend
I feel like Lebron James
Cuz’ I’m jumpin’ above the rim
I’ll stomp em’ out in my timbs, now I got blood on my timbs
I told you I don’t fuck with him
So if you come around here I’ma spin, okay, okay
I guess that I’m stuck in my ways
I’m off of the top like a fade, wait
I’m off of the top like some braids
I’m telling you I make a wave, ayy
They surfin’ all over my place
I told her to surf it all over my face, ayy, ayy
Eatin’ the cake, ayy, ayy
I’m fuckin’ her face, I’m sprayin’ the choppa, it’s lookin’ like mace, ayy
Give a fuck whatchu say, ayy
I guess I’m stuck in my ways, ayy
Make a hit everyday, ayy
Platinum on platinum parade, ayy
Choppa on me it blaze, ayy
It hit you up in yo face, ayy
Spittin’ that real
Fuck how you feel
Rich as fuck
Up in Encino Hills
No record deal
Got a couple mil’
Louis V frames, sittin’ on a, okay
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
I don’t got money I’ma take bands
I don’t have money I’ma ray, yeah
Louis V shades , no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
If I don’t got money I’ma take bands
Uh-uh uh-uh take a break then
She tired take a break then
Get higher than a ceiling fan
These niggas to silly, man
Choppa gon’ pop like a wheely, man
Learn how to pop a wheely, man
Supermotos stay with me, yeah
Feeling like Taylor I’m swiftly, yeah
Like a work a bitch she get busy, yeah
Off the percies bitch I get busy, yeah
Tell yo lil’ bitch get with me, yeah
Transform like Witwicky, yeah
Transform like Witwicky, yeah
Told a nigga I make a history, yeah
I’m cold, I’m blisterin’, yeah
Unsolved like a mystery, yeah
Fuck nigga don’t mention me, yeah
I don’t really know what gotten into me, yeah
Fuckin' shit up mentally, yeah
I guess I’m just meant to be, yeah
Whatever I’m meant to be, yeah
Money I can’t stop spendin’, yuh
I’m got his block I’ma spin it, yuh
Niggas too fake they pretendin’, yuh
They ain’t never have happen endin’, yuh
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
If I go broke I’ma take bands
I don’t give a fuck about yo friends
Pull up on the scene like Conan
She love me like Makkonen
I’m gettin’ lost in the moment
Bullets come in 3 like Jonas
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make it rain dance
If I go broke I’ma take bands
I’ll fuck her everday
Fuck her til’ she tired she gon’ need her break then
Make a pussy nigga go away then
Sean just walked in the room, yeah
Finna hit the show then move, dance, ayy, ayy
Yeah that’s Bailey that’s my cousin we been goin’ crazy, uh, ayy
He was born in the eighties I’m born in the nineties I’ma nineties baby, uh, ayy
That’s how it goes
I put my dick in yo hoe
That’s at my show, uh
Diamonds in gold
Bitch I’m sick like I just caught me a cold, uh, ayy
Okay then
Say you wanna fight, okay then
Windex can on the Glock
Cuz’ all I do is spray it
Heard you want some smoke, well
All you gotta do is say it
Leave a fuck nigga on the pavement
Smokin’ til’ I look like a Asian
Jackie Chan how I, uh-huh
Jackie Chan how I kick it
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Choppa hit a nigga make him break dance
Uh-uh ah-ah
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Shot it at a nigga like break dance
Cuz’ I’m in the scene like Conan
She love me like Makkonen
Uh-uh uh-uh like bro, yeah
Uh-uh uh-uh uh ah ahhhhh uh ooooh
Hell nah