C. beck - Flavors*

Yea
Money chaser
I love to freestyle while I'm countin all this paper
I got 140 on the dash, I'm a racer
I'm sorry bro, I might really have to take her
Didn't even take that much to amaze her
I might just shock you when I'm rappin, no taser
I had to go back in reverse like I'm tracer
And if I hit you up, it's only for a favor
Cause if I pour it up, it's only for the flavors
Yea
See me sippin on that soda
Lately I be countin all this green, I call it Yoda
Layin on my bed, then she bend over like yoga
Lookin at myself, I'm as cold as Minnesota
Starin at my whip, lookin like a butterfly
I told her you could stop, how could you not see the signs?
I told him you could pull up, only if you wanna try
That's if you wanna die, yea
Money chaser
I love to freestyle while I'm countin all this paper
I got 140 on the dash, I'm a racer
I'm sorry bro, I might really have to take her
Didn't even take that much to amaze her
I might just shock you when I'm rappin, no taser
I had to go back in reverse like I'm tracer
And if I hit you up, it's only for a favor
Cause if I pour it up, it's only for the flavors

Writers: C. Beck , Colin Beck

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