Chase The Bag
Chase the bag yeah with my homies
All we want is the guap, milly rock
Told them bitches to get off me
Ay get the fuck outta my face
All u want is my cake
Boi u ain't got cake
Now they be all up in my face
Like they tryna do a race
Double G, you ain't dripping
Said i left you, girl you tripping
I, woke up I showed up to the party
Got your bitch on me named Laurie
Get a bag and spend it for no reason
I want your bitches around me every weekend
She from France, I know she wants that Louis
Don't want that girl no more she so moody
Don't want that girl yeah she's moody
Ay like a star, hop up in the car
We be shining like the moon
We rock out like guitars
And i'm breaking her heart
Don't give a fuck 'cause she wasn't hot
Me and my crew we be grinding
Ballin' on the weekend
All the girls come back around like
Are you kidding
I thought you said u was leaving
I guess I was tripping
It got me fucked up
Chase the bag yeah with my homies
All we want is the guap, milly rock
Told them bitches to get off me
Ay get the fuck outta my face
All u want is my cake
Boi u ain't got cake
Now they be all up in my face
Like they tryna do a race
Double G, you ain't dripping
Said i left you, girl you tripping
All we want is the guap, milly rock
Told them bitches to get off me
Ay get the fuck outta my face
All u want is my cake
Boi u ain't got cake
Now they be all up in my face
Like they tryna do a race
Double G, you ain't dripping
Said i left you, girl you tripping
I, woke up I showed up to the party
Got your bitch on me named Laurie
Get a bag and spend it for no reason
I want your bitches around me every weekend
She from France, I know she wants that Louis
Don't want that girl no more she so moody
Don't want that girl yeah she's moody
Ay like a star, hop up in the car
We be shining like the moon
We rock out like guitars
And i'm breaking her heart
Don't give a fuck 'cause she wasn't hot
Me and my crew we be grinding
Ballin' on the weekend
All the girls come back around like
Are you kidding
I thought you said u was leaving
I guess I was tripping
It got me fucked up
Chase the bag yeah with my homies
All we want is the guap, milly rock
Told them bitches to get off me
Ay get the fuck outta my face
All u want is my cake
Boi u ain't got cake
Now they be all up in my face
Like they tryna do a race
Double G, you ain't dripping
Said i left you, girl you tripping
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Writer(s): Maio Mars
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