Bag Chasin' ft. HighOff Aj Lyrics

I be bag chasing, had to make a song with AJ

Work around the clock so every day feel like a payday

These niggas irritating, no for real I need a vacay

Hol on stop the beat, I got a question, why they hate Ray

I just want the pros, niggas care about who do it best

I'm knowing I'm the one they know it to, but I ain't trying to flex

Leaving out the crib in something new, you know I'm jumping fresh

Talkin cash shit in sixth grade, was in a pair of meks

aint tricking on no bitch, niggas simping, buying Lululemon

Boy you just a has-been, I like that nigga Simmons

Walk in the room talking bout a bag, you should pay attention

Unc be bird talking on them crickets, he be mailing pigeons

Bumped into my dog in the burbs im like what's the business

Broke Nigga get up out my face if you ain't talking chicken

Gang called live from the stove, favorite room the kitchen

Me and AJ back to back on the beat, man these niggas finished

Ray with the lob, we allstar Shaq and Kobe

Start putting up numbers, now niggas acting like they know me, huh

I been in that field on my ground like I'm Tony

And when I ain't have a dime, a couple tens tried to hoe me

But I ain't trip, got up on my shit, now bitches on my dick

Addicted to this money, it's like a habit I can't quit

Got mad at my closet, started throwing fits

Niggas mad that I'm balling, so I keep it on my hip

I'm a risk taker, certified trapper

Neck and wrist dance, my shit move like Mick Jagger

Playing games with hoes like, baby would you rather

If it ain't about a bag, then nothing else matters

I'm up to sco, bitch I feel like Richard Wagner

All you niggas bums, so I'm nothing like y'all bastards

Only moving forward, ain't no way I'm going backwards

Steady cutting up the traffic, tell the boys come and catch us

I'm in a different bracket, don't compare me to these other rappers

By the time I retire, number one gon' be up in the racks

My squad kinda small, cause these other niggas really actors

Dog out here selling nicks and dimes, man these trappers cappers

I'm the type to grind for 90 days, in the same fashion

Money over pleasure, they be knowing MOP a classic

I might sign a deal and move my family out to Calabasas

I been acting different, I'm the one, I bet I make it happen

Started off with nothing, turned my doubters to believers

At the dinner table, celebrating with achievers

Grown niggas out here really acting like some divas

Quick to cut you off, don't try to play it like I need you

These lyrics in my raps from my heart and I bleed it

My dog said he got me, I can tell that he ain't mean it

You rap niggas crimes, telling lies you ain't seen it

Bottles of the rose, getting popped for our achievements