Bag Chaser! (Free Rich!)
Goddam on my momma always been a bag chaser
Runnin' to the cash always been about my paper
Pullin' up on the scene look fresher than a taper
Couple racks in my jeans balling out nun major
Headed to the top bitch I got it on my own
They ain't want me then now they hitting up my phone
Baby leave me alone unless you trynna give me dome
Cuz all these bands and these stacks bitch is all I really want
I don't got time for you get the fuck out my face
Where were you when it was cold? Wasn't there for rainy days
Cuzz locked down free my brother out the cage
Fuck the judge and DA bro we finna beat that case
Grinding so when you home promise you gon be straight
Know you feel all alone ima tell you, bro, you ain't
Heart so cold I can't even feel no pain
Ever since you been gone swear this shit ain't been the same
When you come out you gon have a Diamond chain
Diamonds on ya grill ima get you all the bling
Ima getchu Whatchu want man don't worry about a thing
And I'm screaming free my bro till they let him out that jam Goddam
Goddam on my momma always been a bag chaser
Runnin' to the cash always been about my paper
Pullin' up on the scene look fresher than a taper
Couple racks in my jeans balling out nun major
Headed to the top bitch I got it on my own
They ain't want me then now they hitting up my phone
Baby leave me alone unless you trynna give me dome
Cuz all these bands and these stacks bitch is all I really want
I was down and my ass but that was way back then
Told you came up man you ain't listening
I been stacking up my Benji's been pushing out that Benz
Friends turn fake whole time all they do is pretend
Acting like they with you but ain't trynna see you win
So quick to fold now they gone up in the wind
Know my heart filled with gold now it's cold like Berlin
Friends turn to foes peeling back they snakeskin
ABR till the death promise I won't ever change
Sister want that Bentley and my momma need that range
ABR till the death promise that won't ever change
Do it for my fam get that bag by any means bitch
Goddam on my momma always been a bag chaser
Runnin' to the cash always been about my paper
Pullin' up on the scene look fresher than a taper
Couple racks in my jeans balling out nun major
Headed to the top bitch I got it on my own
They ain't want me then now they hitting up my phone
Baby leave me alone unless you trynna give me dome
Cuz all these bands and these stacks bitch is all I really want
Runnin' to the cash always been about my paper
Pullin' up on the scene look fresher than a taper
Couple racks in my jeans balling out nun major
Headed to the top bitch I got it on my own
They ain't want me then now they hitting up my phone
Baby leave me alone unless you trynna give me dome
Cuz all these bands and these stacks bitch is all I really want
I don't got time for you get the fuck out my face
Where were you when it was cold? Wasn't there for rainy days
Cuzz locked down free my brother out the cage
Fuck the judge and DA bro we finna beat that case
Grinding so when you home promise you gon be straight
Know you feel all alone ima tell you, bro, you ain't
Heart so cold I can't even feel no pain
Ever since you been gone swear this shit ain't been the same
When you come out you gon have a Diamond chain
Diamonds on ya grill ima get you all the bling
Ima getchu Whatchu want man don't worry about a thing
And I'm screaming free my bro till they let him out that jam Goddam
Goddam on my momma always been a bag chaser
Runnin' to the cash always been about my paper
Pullin' up on the scene look fresher than a taper
Couple racks in my jeans balling out nun major
Headed to the top bitch I got it on my own
They ain't want me then now they hitting up my phone
Baby leave me alone unless you trynna give me dome
Cuz all these bands and these stacks bitch is all I really want
I was down and my ass but that was way back then
Told you came up man you ain't listening
I been stacking up my Benji's been pushing out that Benz
Friends turn fake whole time all they do is pretend
Acting like they with you but ain't trynna see you win
So quick to fold now they gone up in the wind
Know my heart filled with gold now it's cold like Berlin
Friends turn to foes peeling back they snakeskin
ABR till the death promise I won't ever change
Sister want that Bentley and my momma need that range
ABR till the death promise that won't ever change
Do it for my fam get that bag by any means bitch
Goddam on my momma always been a bag chaser
Runnin' to the cash always been about my paper
Pullin' up on the scene look fresher than a taper
Couple racks in my jeans balling out nun major
Headed to the top bitch I got it on my own
They ain't want me then now they hitting up my phone
Baby leave me alone unless you trynna give me dome
Cuz all these bands and these stacks bitch is all I really want
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Writer(s): David Menendez
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