Chase tha Bag

[Intro]

CJ Beatz

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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