Chase Me (feat. Run The Jewels & Big Boi) - Single Version - Music From The Motion Picture Baby Driver

Hey
 Woo! Woo!
 Run, Run, Run The Jewels
 Gangster like you wake up in Dickies and load the clippy
 The rate of our ascension makes statisticians feel sickly
 Accountants, they get snippy, they never counted so quickly
 Got 'em up sniffin' yak up off an abacus for a living
 Crime authors, autobiographically bastards
 Pain passin', put a pain in your brain batter
 Style droppin' the drums and stun all gawkers
 Small talkers get launched on, clobbered and tossed off
 Knock 'em on just to get rocks off
 Put a pause on all of that soft talk, chop chop
 Tick tock, you got until the hands on the clock stop
 I'm bagging a bag, then I'm backing out, better back off
 (Hey, hey)
 That's why I'm outta here, baby
 Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
 I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town, baby (hey)
 You want your money back? Chase me (chase me, chase me, chase me, chase me)
 Ha
 Jewel runner, gold dripper, flow flipper
 Smoke killer, slow sipper, quick temper
 Temperamental, sharp mental, departmental
 Tight fellow, wouldn't want to be him, wouldn't want to see him
 They the type, really be jealous, get'cha hype
 Oh, Jesus, these niggas is polices
 We gon' shower on these pussies, they mommas gon' know Jesus
 Duckn done, told me: Money, these niggas should know better
 But they monkeys so you got to show junkies ain't no let up (ey)
 Bad manners, the bad man'll do bad things
 A bad bitch gave me bomb head to Bad Brains
 The sheriff's daughter, we be outta there 'fore dad came
 (Ey)
 That's why I'm outta here, baby
 Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
 I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town, baby (ey)
 You want your money back? Chase me (chase me)
 You ain't gonna get your money back
 Ain't gonna get the money, Jack
 You ain't gonna get that money back
 I got the bag, it ain't coming back
 You ain't gonna get your money, Jack
 I got the bag, it ain't coming back
 You ain't gonna get your money, Jack
 I got the bag
 (Yeah)
 Real grippers, pimp niggas with Gucci slippers
 Coochie tippers, Magic City got groupie strippers
 A crew of killers and dealers, we got this newbie with us
 We turn Pirellis to jellies, ex cons and former cellies
 Stay on ready, foot on that very heavy
 Good on deck, smelly smelly
 Show some respect or you'll get showered like parade confetti
 Made man, I'm made already, nobody safe from petty
 450 horse up in the Porsche, 600 in the Chevy
 Buddy, I'm nutty, I've got some screws loose
 And if your bitch wants some cutty, baby, I choose you
 Underground kings, speed and sound things
 Run the sacks and be aware of all your surroundings
 (Ey, ey)
 That's why I'm outta here, baby
 Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
 I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town, baby (ey)
 You want your money back? Chase me (chase me, chase me)
 Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen
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