Chasin Me Lyrics - Singles - Iggy Azalea

Too much money for a spit, these bitches can't see me 

I told em they just chasin, they could catch me on the TV 

Got that triple 8, stays before the kids that keep a PG 

All my dancers, swear to God I roll you for the Fiji 

These bitches always tryna hold a bitch back 

Pussy on a pedestal, now tell them hoes kiss that 

Nowadays I'm feelin like fuck a hater feelings 

'Cause they got me fucked up like sex on the ceiling 

I'm a take now these hoes is tip tippin on my dick 

I'm in Texas like I'm Trae Tha Truth, sippin on that grit 

Hold a temporary visa but thick as a southern man 

And if ya'll mad at that I'm just tellin I'll fuck em wild 

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I don't gotta chase money 'cause the money's always chasin, chasin me 

I don't gotta look for fame 'cause the fame is always reachin, seekin me 

And I know you came down, make it look easy 

I wanna know how 

Guess that's why you're chasin, chasin me that long 

Cheese in my briefcase, bread in my backpack 

Laugh at niggas chasin money askin where the cash at 

They chasin me, hope the riches kept on a fast track 

And big dog paper, pussy niggas got cash stacks 

Ridin in that turbo Porsche, Panamera hatchback 

Something worth 100K, nigga can you match that? 

Checks OB and hit the bank and say how can we cash that? 

Quarter mill I'm finna shoot, nigga he on snap backs 

He lookin for the fame and I'm lookin where he had that 

100 million dollar ring, hoppin in and out of Range Rovers 

I ain't know, you both get away from me, you bad luck 

Hyper speed, like I gotta let the money catch up 

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I don't gotta chase money 'cause the money's always chasin, chasin me 

I don't gotta look for fame 'cause the fame is always reachin, seekin me 

And I know you came down, make it look easy 

I wanna know how 

Guess that's why you're chasin, chasin me that long 

Your Maybach white, the whole roof is transcended 

My bitch talkin but you can't understand Cuban 

I'm high as a fly, Audemar, fan coolin 

I'm putting 30 big grills up on the 10 million 

Now that's a 10 you could play 

Watchin cartoons in the Jag, Jimmy Neutron 

I really go bananas, this will catch yo mouth and shit 

Relocate your chess, you'll never bout to suck yo bitch 

Uh, I'm on my Rocky Balboa shit 

Overseas with my whores, ball ball and shit 

Full of chrome, I got a Jones like no one click click pow 

Don't get aroused, I ain't chasin 

I don't gotta chase money 'cause the money's always chasin, chasin me 

I don't gotta look for fame 'cause the fame is always reachin, seekin me 

And I know you came down, make it look easy 

I wanna know how 

Guess that's why you're chasin, chasin me that long