[Intro: Baby Smoove]
(ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
Hit the gas, you gon' hear the motor open
Fa

[Chorus: Baby Smoove]
Hit the gas, you gon' hear the motor open
Yeah, it's mine, but I drive it like it's stolen
Pouring Wock', I call that the magic potion
Eating dinner off the side of the ocean

[Verse: Baby Smoove]
Homicide, we'll throw him in the—
Six hundred for these shorts, I done bought like six pairs
Put so much drank in the pop, looking at my cup scary
My bitch mad at me, shit, but I don't really care
I'ma get you right, bro, I got something in the air
When it's walkdown time, man, a n***a here scary
If you can't take the heat, get the fuck out the kitchen
You can't shoot everybody nowadays, n***as snitching
If you touch my pints, then you gon' go missing
It's like twenty Bossa Nova bags all through the kitchen
All you hear is the motor, then it do a little whistle
All you hear is the motor, hit the lights, then we get you
Got ninety-nine choppers, yeah, one for every issue
Riding with a Five-seveN, that's a real big pistol
If you wanna start the car, hit the button
Boy, what you doing minor, it ain't nothing
Now I shift and hit the gas, get it jumping (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
Now I shift and hit the gas, get it (Let's get it)
One-fifty on my line, bitch, you two, I'm the one
Pull up, box a n***a in, so we know he can't run
Pull up, box a n***a in, then we empty our guns
Sipping lean on the beach, you ain't did neither one
Forty round on the chopper, or I could switch it to the drum
You was loving on that ho, boy, I know you feel dumb (Fa)
[Chorus: Baby Smoove]
Hit the gas, you gon' hear the motor open
Yeah, it's mine, but I drive it like it's stolen
Pouring Wock', I call that the magic potion
Eating dinner off the side of the ocean

[Outro: Baby Smoove]
Fa