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Chasin' Dat Check Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Dame
Language: English
Length: 3:58
Written by: Damon Pride Jr




Lil Dame - Chasin' Dat Check Lyrics




Chasing dat check
Chasin Dat check
Out here just Just chasin Dat Check
Niggas chasin Dat Check
We chasin dat check
Don't you get killed for dat money
Chasin dat check
We chasin dat check
Out here just chasin dat check
Niggas chasin dat check
We chasin dat check
Don't you get killed for that money

War time
Day light
Late night
No picks
Sell drugs
Do drugs
New drugs
Hit licks
We live
It's lit
We trap
No nicks
Move weight
Big plate
Weight

I was 14 years old
I put that on my soul
We had da trap on control
But now da Block changed
Dese new niggas lame
Making the money deflate
I might hop in my bag
Pack a kid in his face
Or I might catch me a case
I might do da tay-k
Or shoot a cop in his face
Depends on what mood am in today

I was chasing dat check
I earned my respect
They don't play bout my money
It can get foul
Dont give me a tek
I shoot at the referee
I was boy my aunt kept me fresh
S/O my aunt Stephanie
Now I get fly
Like da tat on my chest
And da bitches in love wit me
Now I get high
And I Ash On Dey neck
I don't respect niggas under me
Been earned my stripes
Run right up get left
I hope a op Neva come for me
I bust it myself I save me a check
U ain't worth nun of my money b
Shoot til da death, den get a lyft to jet
Right back to chasin to check (Untouched)

Chasing dat check
Chasin Dat check
Out here just Just chasin Dat Check
Niggas chasin Dat Check
We chasin dat check
Don't you get killed for dat money
Chasin dat check
We chasin dat check
Out here just chasin dat check
Niggas chasin dat check
We chasin dat check
Don't you get killed for that money
Back then don't play
Still til this day don't play now
Sun roof back windows down northbound
Ridin round niggas put they face down
See hos always gave us play
Now a days gettin more play now
Heavy on da high niggas gotta couple a K's now
Nomore eye drops you can see it in our face now
Pull da mask off make a nigga pull his face down
When dat gun out real nigga turn pussy
Don't care who lookin
Da hell if I'm rookie
Yes I am a killer don't push me
Blick of a eye pull da trigger like look it
Make whole empire crumble like cookie
Niggas throw shots more dan dey throw bullets
(Let that sink in...)

F*ck nigga pull up
I was 13 years old I turned my heart cold I cut my mom off as a youngin

Den 16 years old learned how to trap in da cold
Yeah me and tizzy was stuntin

By 19 years old I think da trap had my soul I use to pray for da onion

Use to make to honor roll
Now niggas make it off coke just the product of the jungle

I was 20 years old
I never did vote
Still was posted by da polls

Just a gangsta wit goals
Dey left me alone and got it lit off a selling
I still get da hoes and I don't expose just put bullet holes in melon
Don't bring up ya bid cuz we really bid
Nigga I heard u was telling
Chasing dat check
Chasin Dat check
Out here just Just chasin Dat Check
Niggas chasin Dat Check
We chasin dat check
Don't you get killed for dat money
Chasin dat check
We chasin dat check
Out here just chasin dat check
Niggas chasin dat check
We chasin dat check
Don't you get killed for that money
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Chasing dat check
Chasin Dat check
Out here just Just chasin Dat Check
Niggas chasin Dat Check
We chasin dat check
Don't you get killed for dat money
Chasin dat check
We chasin dat check
Out here just chasin dat check
Niggas chasin dat check
We chasin dat check
Don't you get killed for that money

War time
Day light
Late night
No picks
Sell drugs
Do drugs
New drugs
Hit licks
We live
It's lit
We trap
No nicks
Move weight
Big plate
Weight

I was 14 years old
I put that on my soul
We had da trap on control
But now da Block changed
Dese new niggas lame
Making the money deflate
I might hop in my bag
Pack a kid in his face
Or I might catch me a case
I might do da tay-k
Or shoot a cop in his face
Depends on what mood am in today

I was chasing dat check
I earned my respect
They don't play bout my money
It can get foul
Dont give me a tek
I shoot at the referee
I was boy my aunt kept me fresh
S/O my aunt Stephanie
Now I get fly
Like da tat on my chest
And da bitches in love wit me
Now I get high
And I Ash On Dey neck
I don't respect niggas under me
Been earned my stripes
Run right up get left
I hope a op Neva come for me
I bust it myself I save me a check
U ain't worth nun of my money b
Shoot til da death, den get a lyft to jet
Right back to chasin to check (Untouched)

Chasing dat check
Chasin Dat check
Out here just Just chasin Dat Check
Niggas chasin Dat Check
We chasin dat check
Don't you get killed for dat money
Chasin dat check
We chasin dat check
Out here just chasin dat check
Niggas chasin dat check
We chasin dat check
Don't you get killed for that money
Back then don't play
Still til this day don't play now
Sun roof back windows down northbound
Ridin round niggas put they face down
See hos always gave us play
Now a days gettin more play now
Heavy on da high niggas gotta couple a K's now
Nomore eye drops you can see it in our face now
Pull da mask off make a nigga pull his face down
When dat gun out real nigga turn pussy
Don't care who lookin
Da hell if I'm rookie
Yes I am a killer don't push me
Blick of a eye pull da trigger like look it
Make whole empire crumble like cookie
Niggas throw shots more dan dey throw bullets
(Let that sink in...)

F*ck nigga pull up
I was 13 years old I turned my heart cold I cut my mom off as a youngin

Den 16 years old learned how to trap in da cold
Yeah me and tizzy was stuntin

By 19 years old I think da trap had my soul I use to pray for da onion

Use to make to honor roll
Now niggas make it off coke just the product of the jungle

I was 20 years old
I never did vote
Still was posted by da polls

Just a gangsta wit goals
Dey left me alone and got it lit off a selling
I still get da hoes and I don't expose just put bullet holes in melon
Don't bring up ya bid cuz we really bid
Nigga I heard u was telling
Chasing dat check
Chasin Dat check
Out here just Just chasin Dat Check
Niggas chasin Dat Check
We chasin dat check
Don't you get killed for dat money
Chasin dat check
We chasin dat check
Out here just chasin dat check
Niggas chasin dat check
We chasin dat check
Don't you get killed for that money
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Writer: Damon Pride Jr
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