Chasin My Bag Lyrics

Ice on my wrist and it keep getting wet

Designer fit like I hop off a Jet

These niggas pussy so they talk on the net

Lil bitch I'm too rich I might cop a Corvette

Lil bitch I'm too rich I might cop a Piguet

I hop in the stu and I spit with no sweat

There was niggas that doubted me now they regret

There was niggas that wanted me dead so I walk with a tech now these lame niggas mad

These lame niggas mad a yougin in they bag

I been making money I don't mean to brag

I'm fucking your bitch in a Brabus Maybach

All my haters know I keep some extended mags

And these niggas know I keep two Glocks on my lap

Talking on the net lil bitch I'll walk to your trap

Bitch I walk in the store and walk out poppin tags

Walk in the function and these niggas stare

They hating on me but I don't even care

I'm fucking your bitch got her feet in the air

You mad that your bitch and I have an affair

I say fuck the industry these niggas fake

Lil bitch I can snake a mufucking snake

I done told these niggas I got what it takes

Don't call your bitch my ex she just a mistake