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Chase Me

๐Ÿ‘ค Danger Mouse feat. Run the Jewels and Big Boi โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Baby Driver: Music From the Motion Picture โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:45
๐ŸŽต 3158 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:45 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 4962962

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Here's what we know
Two men and a woman came into the bank branch
Clad in black business clothing
Trench coats, bandannas, and sunglasses
They pulled guns out and ordered everybody to the floor
And then cleaned out the registers and hear this
They even swiped jewelry from some of the customers

Aye
Wooh!
Wooh!
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

C-C-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
Ticktock, you got until the hands on the clock stop
I'm bagging a bag, then I'm backing out, better back off

(Aye, aye, aye) 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 (aye)
You want your money back? Chase me

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
Junkie Johnny told me, "Money, these niggas should know better
But they monkeys, so you got to show junkies ain't no let up" (yeah)
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

(Aye, aye, aye) 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 (aye)
You want your money back? 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 to 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 (yeah), nobody safe, I'm petty (yeah)
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 Kingz, speed and sound things
Run the sacks and be aware of all your surroundings

(Aye, aye, aye) 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 (aye)
You want your money back? Chase me

Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen
Right now, I got to tell you about the fabulous
Most groovy

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:00.92] Here's what we know
[00:02.04] Two men and a woman came into the bank branch
[00:04.59] Clad in black business clothing
[00:06.47] Trench coats, bandannas, and sunglasses
[00:09.56] They pulled guns out and ordered everybody to the floor
[00:12.60] And then cleaned out the registers and hear this
[00:15.14] They even swiped jewelry from some of the customers
[00:20.18] Aye
[00:23.17] Wooh!
[00:25.96] Wooh!
[00:27.34] Run, Run, Run The Jewels
[00:29.36] Gangster like you wake up in Dickies and load the clippy
[00:32.35] The rate of our ascension makes statisticians feel sickly
[00:35.10] Accountants, they get snippy, they never counted so quickly
[00:38.26] Got 'em up sniffin' yak up off an abacus for a living
[00:40.87] C-C-Crime authors, autobiographically bastards
[00:44.41] Pain passin', put a pain in your brain batter
[00:47.48] Style droppin' the drums and stun all gawkers
[00:50.26] Small talkers get launched on, clobbered and tossed off
[00:53.52] Knock 'em on just to get rocks off
[00:55.73] Put a pause on all of that soft talk, chop chop
[00:58.81] Ticktock, you got until the hands on the clock stop
[01:01.57] I'm bagging a bag, then I'm backing out, better back off
[01:04.89] (Aye, aye, aye) that's why I'm outta here, baby
[01:07.60] Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
[01:10.90] I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town, baby (aye)
[01:14.43] You want your money back? Chase me
[01:16.28]
[01:22.34] Jewel runner, gold dripper, flow flipper
[01:25.39] Smoke killer, slow sipper, quick temper
[01:28.26] Temperamental, sharp mental, departmental
[01:31.25] Tight fellow, wouldn't want to be him, wouldn't want to see him
[01:33.91] They the type, really be jealous, get'cha hype
[01:37.10] Oh, Jesus, these niggas is polices
[01:39.33] We gon' shower on these pussies, they mommas gon' know Jesus
[01:42.39] Junkie Johnny told me, "Money, these niggas should know better
[01:45.26] But they monkeys, so you got to show junkies ain't no let up" (yeah)
[01:48.83] Bad manners, the bad man'll do bad things
[01:51.52] A bad bitch gave me bomb head to Bad Brains
[01:54.42] The sheriff's daughter, we be outta there 'fore dad came
[01:57.59] (Aye, aye, aye) that's why I'm outta here, baby
[02:00.37] Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
[02:03.45] I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town, baby (aye)
[02:07.04] You want your money back? Chase me
[02:08.81] You ain't gonna get your money back
[02:12.15] Ain't gonna get the money, jack
[02:14.60] You ain't gonna get that money back
[02:17.78] I got the bag, it ain't coming back
[02:20.37] You ain't gonna get your money, jack
[02:24.09] I got the bag, it ain't coming back
[02:26.44] You ain't gonna get your money, jack
[02:29.68] I got the bag (yeah)
[02:32.73] Real grippers, pimp niggas with Gucci slippers
[02:35.76] Coochie tippers, Magic City got groupie strippers
[02:38.47] A crew of killers and dealers, we got this newbie with us
[02:41.42] We turn Pirellis to jellies, ex-cons to former cellies
[02:44.16] Stay on ready, foot on that very heavy
[02:46.55] Good on deck, smelly-smelly
[02:47.94] Show some respect, or you'll get showered like parade confetti
[02:50.99] Made man, I'm made already (yeah), nobody safe, I'm petty (yeah)
[02:53.84] 450 horse up in the Porsche, 600 in the Chevy
[02:56.59] Buddy, I'm nutty, I've got some screws loose
[02:58.73] And if your bitch wants some cutty, baby, I choose you
[03:02.05] Underground Kingz, speed and sound things
[03:04.89] Run the sacks and be aware of all your surroundings
[03:08.06] (Aye, aye, aye) that's why I'm outta here, baby
[03:10.83] Before these clowns put me down in the ground, baby
[03:13.64] I'm running reds 'til I'm out of this town, baby (aye)
[03:17.29] You want your money back? Chase me
[03:19.21]
[03:30.86] Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen
[03:32.85] Right now, I got to tell you about the fabulous
[03:39.77] Most groovy
[03:41.13]

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