Bag Chaser

I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up

I'm running my bag up
I see y'all how y'all movin I'm seein a pattern
Cookin up in the stu
Niggas be in the mix in the batter
Shorty fell in love with status
That's a disaster
Hands together praying like I'm a pastor
Nigga den fell in love wit the process of climbing the ladder

Just take a look in mirror
Think they got money, they got on amiris
Lie on gofundme just to make livin
The Brink of a mili but
Me and the devil didn't make a deal
(No)
Struggled just to get a meal
(Oh)
Now a nigga in the field
Kicked out like a field goal
(Go)

These niggas want green
That's why they keep hittin me
Promos be cappin that shit never free
Nobody fucking wit me

(Mmm)
One in a million
(Mmm)
Ion ever fit in
Been the shit since the beginning
Years in the making, I'm changing the city

I'm running my bag up
I see y'all how y'all movin I'm seein a pattern
Cookin up in the stu
Niggas be in the mix in the batter
Shorty fell in love with status
That's a disaster
Hands together praying like I'm a pastor
Nigga den fell in love wit the process of climbing the ladder

I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up

I swear to God I had to find a way
I had to find a way to make that money in every way
Finna go hard everyday
It ain't to much that I can say its a paper chase
And I ain't slowing down

Ain't talking turtles, Ain't talking hares
But I'm winning the race
And you niggas can't stop me
You tried lil Brando now you burnt like coffee
I swear your girl loves giving sloppy toppy

And we ain't telling lies
Gotta do it for the fam
TRP my guys
And we living the litest lives
On some rockstar shit
We matching chains and dressing fly
Like some knock offs
You a pussy wearing fake stripes
Runnin up this bag, stackin checks
Bout to book a flight

I'm running my bag up
I see y'all how y'all movin I'm seein a pattern
Cookin up in the stu
Niggas be in the mix in the batter
Shorty fell in love with status
That's a disaster
Hands together praying like I'm a pastor
Nigga den fell in love wit the process of climbing the ladder

I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin the bag up
I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Farrell
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