Song Lyrics

ChaseTheMoney (yeah)
Fih, beep
Beep, beep, beep (beep, beep)
(ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
Yeah, Kpreme, okay
Yup, yup
Dropped "Gucci Cologne," I caught fire (yeah)
Lightskin bad bitch, look like Mariah
Now I know what you thinking
Like when a nigga say, uh, nigga say, "Oh, my nigga a star"
You know what I'm saying?
It's like yeah, yeah, yeah
But listen to me when I tell you this
Sorry, I had to take a sip real quick
(ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
Time's up for the f*ck niggas and that's most of you niggas, to be honest
I remember putting ten and ten together to get gas
Long time from now, a lotta niggas you finna surpass, I mean
Two hundred thousand in the Burberry bag, riding 'round in a red Ferrari like The Flash
(ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
You know you more of a big brother than my big brother ever was
Know I'll jump in front of a bullet for you without thinking
I drop a bag on you without blinking
C'mon, it's Boat

Dropped "Gucci Cologne," I caught fire (yeah)
Lightskin bad bitch, look like Mariah
Fuckin' that hoe and she say that she tired (bitch)
My big homie trappin' like he on The Wire (trap)
Eyes real low like a nigga from China
I spent a car on some fuckin' designer (fih, beep)
The shirt I be rockin', I bet you can't find it
Your diamonds, they little, they minor (little nigga)
Dove in that bitch like a scuba diver
She act like she wifey, I had to one night her (bitch)
Smashin' the 'Cat, I be burnin' the tire (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Freestyle shit, bitch, I don't do no cypher
Don't f*ck with these niggas, they outsiders
I got an LV print on my lighter
Look at that shit on my feet when I walk
My diamonds gon' flirt, bitch, I don't gotta talk (ice, ice)

Three-five in a Backwood, that Shark (Shark)
Fuckin' this LA hoe on La Park (bitch)
Pussy was good, but I told her work on her arch
Doing her wrong 'cause that bitch wasn't here from the start
She give me good brain but this dumb hoe ain't smart (good brain)
We flyin' private, I'm late to depart
Sippin' that 'Tuss, yellow, I feel like I'm Bart (Kpreme)
These niggas goofy like Kevin Hart (goofy nigga)
Shoppin' on Grailed, I got bands on my cart (fih, beep)
Ooh, I mix the Number Nine jeans with the Chrome Hearts
We ridin' foreign, it don't need a key to start (skrrt, skrrt)
My niggas been down with this shit from the jump start
My shooter, he keep a SIG, he got a jump shot (brrr)
Twelve gauge in the backseat, that's a pump-shot (bah)
She suck on my dick for so long, she got lip lock
We smoke out the pound, f*ck a Ziploc (dope)

Dropped "Gucci Cologne," I caught fire (yeah)
Lightskin bad bitch, look like Mariah
Fuckin' that hoe and she say that she tired (bitch)
My big homie trappin' like he on The Wire (trap)
Eyes real low like a nigga from China
I spent a car on some fuckin' designer (fih, beep)
The shirt I be rockin', I bet you can't find it
Your diamonds, they little, they minor (little nigga)
Dove in that bitch like a scuba diver
She act like she wifey, I had to one night her (bitch)
Smashin' the 'Cat, I be burnin' the tire (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Freestyle shit, bitch, I don't do no cypher
Don't f*ck with these niggas, they outsiders
I got an LV print on my lighter
Look at that shit on my feet when I walk
My diamonds gon' flirt, bitch, I don't gotta talk (ice, ice)

Chase Dalton Rose, Khalil Dalton

The duration of Caught Fire is 2:26 minutes and seconds.