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