BAGS

Whoah
Whoah
Whoah
Whoah
I'm chasing bags my nigga
Chasing bags my nigga

I'm chasing bags my nigga
Wake up in the morning doing math my nigga
Imma get it in any fucking way I can my nigga
And I ain't stopping until I'm in a benz my nigga
Even then I'm never stopping

Whaoh
Whoah, whoah
Whaoh, whaoh

Going, going, traffic lights on green
Charge up 100% like, like a battery
Used to feel so low back then but now my life is going better
I don't like the cheese but I'm still stuck in the cheddar

I'm bout to run out of this crip
Thoughts are running over me
Havana take a sip
This cloud is making me feel lighter
Is this smoke, take a his
My mind in different places
Giving music, never miss

Different places, but you never entertain me
I don't care who u is, u is not me
I got to run from these niggas
I just do it, nike
I got the bag, don't tell them, this shit don't come free

I'm chasing bags my nigga
Wake up in the morning doing math my nigga
Imma get it in any fucking way I can my nigga
And I ain't stopping until I'm in a benz my nigga
Even then I'm never stopping



Credits
Writer(s): Dalvin Erevbenagie
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