Chase Me (feat. Run The Jewels & Big Boi) - Single Version - Music From The Motion Picture Baby Driver
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๐ Lyrics
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
Right now, I got to tell you about the fabulous, most groovy
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
Right now, I got to tell you about the fabulous, most groovy
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:20.78] Hey
[00:22.60] Woo! Woo!
[00:26.10] Run, Run, Run The Jewels
[00:30.16] Gangster like you wake up in Dickies and load the clippy
[00:31.73] The rate of our ascension makes statisticians feel sickly
[00:34.96] Accountants, they get snippy, they never counted so quickly
[00:37.92] Got 'em up sniffin' yak up off an abacus for a living
[00:40.95] Crime authors, autobiographically bastards
[00:44.55] Pain passin', put a pain in your brain batter
[00:46.68] Style droppin' the drums and stun all gawkers
[00:49.97] Small talkers get launched on, clobbered and tossed off
[00:53.56] Knock 'em on just to get rocks off
[00:55.77] Put a pause on all of that soft talk, chop chop
[00:58.66] Tick tock, you got until the hands on the clock stop
[01:01.32] I'm bagging a bag, then I'm backing out, better back off
[01:05.41] (Hey, hey)
[01:06.36] That's why I'm outta here, baby
[01:07.84] Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
[01:10.18] I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town, baby (hey)
[01:13.05] You want your money back? Chase me (chase me, chase me, chase me, chase me)
[01:19.29] Ha
[01:22.02] Jewel runner, gold dripper, flow flipper
[01:25.18] Smoke killer, slow sipper, quick temper
[01:27.93] Temperamental, sharp mental, departmental
[01:31.28] Tight fellow, wouldn't want to be him, wouldn't want to see him
[01:34.65] They the type, really be jealous, get'cha hype
[01:37.03] Oh, Jesus, these niggas is polices
[01:39.47] We gon' shower on these pussies, they mommas gon' know Jesus
[01:42.17] Duckn done, told me: Money, these niggas should know better
[01:45.15] But they monkeys so you got to show junkies ain't no let up (ey)
[01:48.16] Bad manners, the bad man'll do bad things
[01:51.16] A bad bitch gave me bomb head to Bad Brains
[01:55.55] The sheriff's daughter, we be outta there 'fore dad came
[01:57.56] (Ey)
[01:58.32] That's why I'm outta here, baby
[02:00.39] Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
[02:03.03] I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town, baby (ey)
[02:05.85] You want your money back? Chase me (chase me)
[02:09.35] You ain't gonna get your money back
[02:11.78] Ain't gonna get the money, Jack
[02:14.83] You ain't gonna get that money back
[02:17.62] I got the bag, it ain't coming back
[02:20.44] You ain't gonna get your money, Jack
[02:23.60] I got the bag, it ain't coming back
[02:26.78] You ain't gonna get your money, Jack
[02:29.67] I got the bag
[02:31.43] (Yeah)
[02:33.64] Real grippers, pimp niggas with Gucci slippers
[02:34.72] Coochie tippers, Magic City got groupie strippers
[02:35.71] A crew of killers and dealers, we got this newbie with us
[02:41.39] We turn Pirellis to jellies, ex cons and former cellies
[02:43.81] Stay on ready, foot on that very heavy
[02:46.93] Good on deck, smelly smelly
[02:48.27] Show some respect or you'll get showered like parade confetti
[02:50.75] Made man, I'm made already, nobody safe from petty
[02:53.32] 450 horse up in the Porsche, 600 in the Chevy
[02:56.42] Buddy, I'm nutty, I've got some screws loose
[02:59.08] And if your bitch wants some cutty, baby, I choose you
[03:01.79] Underground kings, speed and sound things
[03:04.60] Run the sacks and be aware of all your surroundings
[03:07.53] (Ey, ey)
[03:09.36] That's why I'm outta here, baby
[03:11.16] Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
[03:13.69] I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town, baby (ey)
[03:16.22] You want your money back? Chase me (chase me, chase me)
[03:31.28] Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen
[03:33.58] Right now, I got to tell you about the fabulous, most groovy
[03:35.76]
[00:22.60] Woo! Woo!
[00:26.10] Run, Run, Run The Jewels
[00:30.16] Gangster like you wake up in Dickies and load the clippy
[00:31.73] The rate of our ascension makes statisticians feel sickly
[00:34.96] Accountants, they get snippy, they never counted so quickly
[00:37.92] Got 'em up sniffin' yak up off an abacus for a living
[00:40.95] Crime authors, autobiographically bastards
[00:44.55] Pain passin', put a pain in your brain batter
[00:46.68] Style droppin' the drums and stun all gawkers
[00:49.97] Small talkers get launched on, clobbered and tossed off
[00:53.56] Knock 'em on just to get rocks off
[00:55.77] Put a pause on all of that soft talk, chop chop
[00:58.66] Tick tock, you got until the hands on the clock stop
[01:01.32] I'm bagging a bag, then I'm backing out, better back off
[01:05.41] (Hey, hey)
[01:06.36] That's why I'm outta here, baby
[01:07.84] Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
[01:10.18] I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town, baby (hey)
[01:13.05] You want your money back? Chase me (chase me, chase me, chase me, chase me)
[01:19.29] Ha
[01:22.02] Jewel runner, gold dripper, flow flipper
[01:25.18] Smoke killer, slow sipper, quick temper
[01:27.93] Temperamental, sharp mental, departmental
[01:31.28] Tight fellow, wouldn't want to be him, wouldn't want to see him
[01:34.65] They the type, really be jealous, get'cha hype
[01:37.03] Oh, Jesus, these niggas is polices
[01:39.47] We gon' shower on these pussies, they mommas gon' know Jesus
[01:42.17] Duckn done, told me: Money, these niggas should know better
[01:45.15] But they monkeys so you got to show junkies ain't no let up (ey)
[01:48.16] Bad manners, the bad man'll do bad things
[01:51.16] A bad bitch gave me bomb head to Bad Brains
[01:55.55] The sheriff's daughter, we be outta there 'fore dad came
[01:57.56] (Ey)
[01:58.32] That's why I'm outta here, baby
[02:00.39] Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
[02:03.03] I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town, baby (ey)
[02:05.85] You want your money back? Chase me (chase me)
[02:09.35] You ain't gonna get your money back
[02:11.78] Ain't gonna get the money, Jack
[02:14.83] You ain't gonna get that money back
[02:17.62] I got the bag, it ain't coming back
[02:20.44] You ain't gonna get your money, Jack
[02:23.60] I got the bag, it ain't coming back
[02:26.78] You ain't gonna get your money, Jack
[02:29.67] I got the bag
[02:31.43] (Yeah)
[02:33.64] Real grippers, pimp niggas with Gucci slippers
[02:34.72] Coochie tippers, Magic City got groupie strippers
[02:35.71] A crew of killers and dealers, we got this newbie with us
[02:41.39] We turn Pirellis to jellies, ex cons and former cellies
[02:43.81] Stay on ready, foot on that very heavy
[02:46.93] Good on deck, smelly smelly
[02:48.27] Show some respect or you'll get showered like parade confetti
[02:50.75] Made man, I'm made already, nobody safe from petty
[02:53.32] 450 horse up in the Porsche, 600 in the Chevy
[02:56.42] Buddy, I'm nutty, I've got some screws loose
[02:59.08] And if your bitch wants some cutty, baby, I choose you
[03:01.79] Underground kings, speed and sound things
[03:04.60] Run the sacks and be aware of all your surroundings
[03:07.53] (Ey, ey)
[03:09.36] That's why I'm outta here, baby
[03:11.16] Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
[03:13.69] I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town, baby (ey)
[03:16.22] You want your money back? Chase me (chase me, chase me)
[03:31.28] Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen
[03:33.58] Right now, I got to tell you about the fabulous, most groovy
[03:35.76]