Just Saying

[Intro] Ooh I be runnin' up that check, chasin' the bag Niggas think that they got next, I'm on that ass Ooh, ayy [Chorus] I be runnin' up that check, chasin' a bag (Chasin' that bag) Niggas think that they got next, I'm on that ass (I'm on that ass) Life a bitch with one-sixty on the dash Big homie told me, "Woadie spun off 'fore you crash" ('Fore you crash) "You livin' a little too fast" Feds watchin', [?], and the feds got him See, if he come home, it's a damn problem 'Cause he stuck himself 'cause the feds got you You want beef then we headshot him, red dot him, everybody She a freak, she for everybody She gon' freak for them red bottoms [Post-Chorus] Ayy, woah-oh (Ayy, ayy) Woah-oh (Ayy, ayy) And woah-oh (Ayy, ayy) And woah-oh-oh, ayy [Verse] I can't love her, she for everybody It's a shame what they do for them red bottoms It's the shame how they play, better headshot him It's a shame what they say when the feds pop up It's my damn problem, niggas get caught with them narcotics I understand that you got the bands, but I ain't see a man beat the fuckin' feds since John Gotti But I feel that something ain't right But I feel, fuck this shit, it's life And shawty out in the cold, a nigga since ice So I feel you need me in your life Niggas hidden rumors, ain't that fuckin' stupid Reachin' for my cuban, I'm gon' fuckin' shoot you Runnin' up them bands for the future, here go thirty cash, but I fuckin' blew it I been runnin' to it, runnin' through it like a athlete Jump through your window like a track meet I be prayin' to God they don't snatch me [Chorus] I be runnin' up that check, chasin' the bag (Chasin' that bag) Niggas think that they got next, I'm on that ass (I'm on that ass) Life a bitch with one-sixty on the dash Big homie told me, "Woadie spun off 'fore you crash" ('Fore you crash) "You livin' a little too fast" Feds watchin', [?], and the feds got him See, if he come home, it's a damn problem 'Cause he stuck himself 'cause the feds got you You want beef then we headshot him, red dot him, everybody She a freak, she for everybody She gon' freak for them red bottoms [Post-Chorus] Ayy, woah-oh (Ayy, ayy) Woah-oh (Ayy, ayy) And woah-oh (Ayy, ayy) And woah-oh-oh, ayy