Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chase tha Bag, artist - Roddy Ricch. Album song Feed tha Streets, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bird Vision Entertainment
Song language: English
Chase tha Bag |
I’m not patient, this fast lotta blue faces gon fly to me |
You buy the designer but I know you niggas ain’t flyer than me |
I’m feeling like Floyd, 50, you know how I’m tryna be |
Mask on, mask off, these niggas ain’t robbing me |
They killed my dawg and I can’t believe it so we had to air that bitch back |
I seen the walls so if I had to keep it we had to run up the sacks |
I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger, I had to order the safe |
And my pocket stay fat, pull up in a Maybach |
Chase the bag and the Louis V’s, I ain’t gotta buy Supreme |
Ask lil' shawty «is you rolling, baby,» 'cause I’m 'bout to buy the bean |
And I gotta get this package off, uncle gotta buy the piece |
Can’t nobody do it better, Louis V sweater, Prada by the jeans |
Got two thousand and we made it double, my niggas had to invest |
You ain’t got the dodie, I give my man fifty, get hollows ripping through your |
chest |
We been trappin' for couple months, I made a hundred thousand on the road |
Racks bustin' out the Balmain’s, I just make it, count it, then I fold |
Got them Christian Louboutins on I just say that I’m feeling like Jesus |
And I got a couple cars on me, we was traveling and making them visas |
F&N gon' try his vest, call the choppa Lil' Ceaser |
I move my family right outta the hood, yeah, yeah, yeah |
I’m not patient, this fast lotta blue faces gon fly to me |
You buy the designer but I know you niggas ain’t flyer than me |
I’m feeling like Floyd, 50, you know how I’m tryna be |
Mask on, mask off, these niggas ain’t robbing me |
They killed my dawg and I can’t believe it so we had to air that bitch back |
I seen the walls so if I had to keep it we had to run up the sacks |
I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger, I had to order the safe |
And my pocket stay fat, pull up in a Maybach |
No more Faygo with the lean, baby, I just drink it out the bottle |
Why you openin' your jeans, baby, I just want a little swallow |
And she fucking with a nigga 'cause I got the Roley cracking in the Tahoe |
Keep a 9 like Rondo, tryna run it out with Dambo |
If that nigga try to talk about it on the Motorola he the Five-O |
My main bitch say she bout to get her face tatted like the fine ho |
Came from eating ramen dawg, now I’m on a boat |
My uncle Marley tried to run it up, the police shot him in the throat |
Young nigga on the boulevard I was running with the vets |
'Member I had to go get me a TEC, now I keep a Patek |
And you can’t be hood rich if you ain’t fucking up a check |
Y’all niggas ain’t hood rich if you ain’t fucking up a check |
I’m not patient, this fast lotta blue faces gon fly to me |
You buy the designer but I know you niggas ain’t flyer than me |
I’m feeling like Floyd, 50, and you know how I’m tryna be |
Mask on, mask off, these niggas ain’t robbing me |
They killed my dawg and I can’t believe it so we had to air that bitch back |
I seen the walls so if I had to keep it we had to run up the sacks |
I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger, I had to order the safe |
And my pocket stay fat, pull up in a Maybach |