Bag Chaser ft. TRP Brando Lyrics

I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up

I'm running my bag up

I see y'all how y'all movin I'm seein a pattern

Cookin up in the stu

Niggas be in the mix in the batter

Shorty fell in love with status

That's a disaster

Hands together praying like I'm a pastor

Nigga den fell in love wit the process of climbing the ladder

Just take a look in mirror

Think they got money, they got on amiris

Lie on gofundme just to make livin

The Brink of a mili but

Me and the devil didn't make a deal

(No)

Struggled just to get a meal

(Oh)

Now a nigga in the field

Kicked out like a field goal

(Go)

These niggas want green

That's why they keep hittin me

Promos be cappin that shit never free

Nobody fucking wit me

(Mmm)

One in a million

(Mmm)

Ion ever fit in

Been the shit since the beginning

Years in the making, I'm changing the city

I'm running my bag up

I see y'all how y'all movin I'm seein a pattern

Cookin up in the stu

Niggas be in the mix in the batter

Shorty fell in love with status

That's a disaster

Hands together praying like I'm a pastor

Nigga den fell in love wit the process of climbing the ladder

I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up

I swear to God I had to find a way

I had to find a way to make that money in every way

Finna go hard everyday

It ain't to much that I can say its a paper chase

And I ain't slowing down

Ain't talking turtles, Ain't talking hares

But I'm winning the race

And you niggas can't stop me

You tried lil Brando now you burnt like coffee

I swear your girl loves giving sloppy toppy

And we ain't telling lies

Gotta do it for the fam

TRP my guys

And we living the litest lives

On some rockstar shit

We matching chains and dressing fly

Like some knock offs

You a pussy wearing fake stripes

Runnin up this bag, stackin checks

Bout to book a flight

I'm running my bag up

I see y'all how y'all movin I'm seein a pattern

Cookin up in the stu

Niggas be in the mix in the batter

Shorty fell in love with status

That's a disaster

Hands together praying like I'm a pastor

Nigga den fell in love wit the process of climbing the ladder

I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin the bag up

I'm runnin I'm runnin I'm runnin the bag up