Promonant - Bag Chasers lyrics

Say hello to the bag chasers, spend them racks get it back later. ni**as jealous when i had paper now they wanna ask me for a damn favor. 910 i got the block hot, 13th where a ni**a shop. on the corner posted up wit chop case a fu*k ni**a wanna get dropped. dv that's my right hand he'll smack you his backhand. me and smash gotta big plan call up lil smoke bring the gas in. no juice you a hasbeen, we ain't even heard ya mixtape. time is money so i gotta hustle every minute til i get a big plate. you don't know how much it really takes, hard work gotta dedicate. tryna make it to the top floor, me and all my ni**as gonna be great. bad b*tch with her weave str8. beat the pussy til her knees ache. you be thinking she in love witcha she just wanna play you like a sweepstakes. rap sh*t no cap sh*t dropping str8 heat no wack sh*t. ni**a please don't get it backwards tryna chase a bag get it back quick. rap sh*t no cap sh*t dropping str8 heat no wack sh*t. ni**a please don't get it backwards tryna chase a bag get it back quick It ain't bout money then don't hit my phone up, rolling up kushie while counting my dough up. pop me a pill i don't care if i throw up. chasing a band i'll be damned if i slow up. it ain't bout money then don't hit my phone up, get the fu*k off of my line. chasing a band i'll be damned if i slow up, money it stay on my mind. i know some b*tches who just wanna fu*k on me su*k on me just wanna spend all my cash. i had homies with history switch on me things of the past and that sh*t made me laugh. it ain't bout money then don't hit my phone up, rolling up kushie while counting my dough up. pop me a pill i don't care if i throw up. chasing a bag i'll be damned if i slow up Aye, yeah. but lemme take a break. i might take a b*tch back to the crib whip my dick out, make her make a face. imma bang the chick like 808s. but if money calls, then i make a way. no prison walls i made the great escape, if i see her man i need my fade today. aye, yeah what. most of y'all doing too much. aye, just need a booth and a blunt. know that i got my boy coop in the cut. know how we rocking it's over for walking cause i just threw two in the cup. aye, i heard he talking we pull up and stalk him, he a goose better duck. money glued to me stuck, can't keep my pants up. bands in my joggers but no i ain't jogging just know that we running it up. aye, rolling a wood i can't fu*k with a swisher i can't fit enough in a blunt. straight out the port, go watch some porn cause there ain't no one fu*king with us It ain't bout money then don't hit my phone up, rolling up kushie while counting my dough up. pop me a pill i don't care if i throw up. chasing a band i'll be damned if i slow up. it ain't bout money then don't hit my phone up, get the fu*k off of my line. chasing a band i'll be damned if i slow up, money it stay on my mind. i know some b*tches who just wanna fu*k on me su*k on me just wanna spend all my cash. i had homies with history switch on me things of the past and that sh*t made me laugh. it ain't bout money then don't hit my phone up, rolling up kushie while counting my dough up. pop me a pill i don't care if i throw up. chasing a bag i'll be damned if i slow up I got more missions than call of duty campaign, all these b*tches drive me insane. getting top in an all white range, spent a whole check for some iced out fangs. tobo b*tch but i'm not gone bang, i don't bang but i'm not no lame. imma beast you can't contain, want all this money man fu*k the fame. smash in this b*tch and i'm zooted, i'm young wild and i'm foolish. big baby yeah i do this, aye nation stick together like a glue stick. aye, skinny thing built like a toothpick. bruh joc and smoke too ruthless. aye, ain't stopping me that hoe be topping me i swear that b*tch feel toothless. aye, i'm committed to these beats i be ripping. ain't no commitment with none of you b*tches. fu*k all you b*tches and fu*k all you ni**as. free all my ni**as locked up in that prison. all j's up for my ni**as not living, that's main reason big baby be tripping. i want so much paper that i cannot flip it. my name is not scottie but a young ni**a pimping Damn... damn... Killed another song Another beat conquered by smash sh*t is crazy... Tobo You know Bye bye!