BAG (feat. King Jul)

I ain't chasing these hoes these hoes chase me
I ain't chasing these hoes these hoes chase me
Getting getting to the bag cause that's all I know
Gettin Gettin to the bag bitch little nigga is all I know
Getting getting mad won't help your cash flow
These niggaz is treatin a nigga just like Fidel Castro
Cause I move a bag a min
Pull up in a phantom tinted
Interior satin in it
Theze niggaz is mad I'm in it
I look like Aladdin in it
Stay glidin in it
I ain't chasing these hoes these hoes chase me
I ain't chasing these hoes these hoes chase me
Getting getting to the bag cause that's all I know

Me n' Sam goin' HAM
Yo bitch belong to the fam
Cran Beamer interior tan
She a steamer
She using no hands
No everybody n' they momma a fan
Where was you at when I
Was in a jam
Somewhere lost wit' yo
Dick in yo hand
So much breesh coming in like "DAMNN!"
We need cranes just to
Pick up the bands
She gimme brain
While the stick in my pans
I'm still the same
I'll remain for my fans
Fucked up they plans when
I got an advance
So I ain't chasing these hoes
These hoe's chase me
Stacy, Hillary, Jaime-Lee
Thick with eyes like Angela Yee!

The MONEY I want to blow it
Designer I want to show it
Flowing with that samo H O F F A SHIT
You ride around with the fo fif
I'm medicated I'm so sick
We dedicated we hood rich
You could detonate it we so lit
Nigga
Welcome to the hood
Nigga
This that regular hood shit
Overseas doing shows in Japan
I remember days I was locked in the can
These niggaz... damn!
I ain't chasing these hoes these hoes chase me
I ain't chasing these hoes these hoes chase me
Getting getting to the bag cause that's all I know
Gettin Gettin to the bag bitch little nigga is all I know



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Writer(s): Hughes Content
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