Like do she want me or she really want my dough?
I'm still with gang, yea I just stay up with
My bros
These niggas talkin but they really do not know
I know she want me but I know that she's a hoe
I'm smokin gas until this shit it burn my fingers
I walk in spots and yeah my odor yeah it linger
She wanna f*ck with me she think that I'm a singer
She call my phone one time I'm turnin off my ringer She tryna go inside my phone, the f*ck is that?
And all the lies she tellin me that shit is cap
And all these niggas fake they cannot get no dap
I'm with the strippers had this hoe sit on my lap
I live a fast life little bitch no I'm not strapped in
She love my trap life so she listen when I'm rappin
I got these blues up in my pocket bitch I'm stackin
I got this pole up on my side, bitch I'm not lackin
Talk in this microphone I stay up in the booth
That boy ain't smokin za that boy he smokin boof That boy he pussy why the hell he callin truce?
I'm with the gang yeah I just stay up with my crew She tryna find shit why the hell she look for clues?
I'm singin to this bitch I do not sing the blues
Sixteen hundred on jeans no I cannot wear no Trues
Got this thick lil baddie on me you know I bring them in the twos
I got bands I got my hoe
I got racks I got my dough
I smoke gas no I'm not sober
Switchin lanes up in that Rover
I'm so high in Mars like Rover
I smoke za they smell my odor
She want f*ck she want come over
I take blood I'm like a donor
I smoke gas I'm in the trees
I got blues on me no green
I'm like a drug this hoe a fiend
Talk shit what the f*ck you mean?
She bad but I want her friend
And I know that hoe a ten
Like Ben yea you know I stay 10
Got these racks on me can't bend
Got these racks on me can't fold
And this hoe she is so bold
And I'm smokin gas that dope
So much drugs almost caught a stroke
All white on me like the Pope
Black tech that shit like my cloak
Tryna ride my wave no boat
Tryna ride my wave won't go
And you know I'm feelin like Ye
When I talk that boy can't say
Bad hoe on me, not bae
That hoe bad but she can't stay
All these racks I do not play
Racks on me yeah I got cake
Milly Saint - Bag I'm Chasin Lyrics
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Like do she want me or she really want my dough?
I'm still with gang, yea I just stay up with
My bros
These niggas talkin but they really do not know
I know she want me but I know that she's a hoe
I'm smokin gas until this shit it burn my fingers
I walk in spots and yeah my odor yeah it linger
She wanna f*ck with me she think that I'm a singer
She call my phone one time I'm turnin off my ringer She tryna go inside my phone, the f*ck is that?
And all the lies she tellin me that shit is cap
And all these niggas fake they cannot get no dap
I'm with the strippers had this hoe sit on my lap
I live a fast life little bitch no I'm not strapped in
She love my trap life so she listen when I'm rappin
I got these blues up in my pocket bitch I'm stackin
I got this pole up on my side, bitch I'm not lackin
Talk in this microphone I stay up in the booth
That boy ain't smokin za that boy he smokin boof That boy he pussy why the hell he callin truce?
I'm with the gang yeah I just stay up with my crew She tryna find shit why the hell she look for clues?
I'm singin to this bitch I do not sing the blues
Sixteen hundred on jeans no I cannot wear no Trues
Got this thick lil baddie on me you know I bring them in the twos
I got bands I got my hoe
I got racks I got my dough
I smoke gas no I'm not sober
Switchin lanes up in that Rover
I'm so high in Mars like Rover
I smoke za they smell my odor
She want f*ck she want come over
I take blood I'm like a donor
I smoke gas I'm in the trees
I got blues on me no green
I'm like a drug this hoe a fiend
Talk shit what the f*ck you mean?
She bad but I want her friend
And I know that hoe a ten
Like Ben yea you know I stay 10
Got these racks on me can't bend
Got these racks on me can't fold
And this hoe she is so bold
And I'm smokin gas that dope
So much drugs almost caught a stroke
All white on me like the Pope
Black tech that shit like my cloak
Tryna ride my wave no boat
Tryna ride my wave won't go
And you know I'm feelin like Ye
When I talk that boy can't say
Bad hoe on me, not bae
That hoe bad but she can't stay
All these racks I do not play
Racks on me yeah I got cake
I'm still with gang, yea I just stay up with
My bros
These niggas talkin but they really do not know
I know she want me but I know that she's a hoe
I'm smokin gas until this shit it burn my fingers
I walk in spots and yeah my odor yeah it linger
She wanna f*ck with me she think that I'm a singer
She call my phone one time I'm turnin off my ringer She tryna go inside my phone, the f*ck is that?
And all the lies she tellin me that shit is cap
And all these niggas fake they cannot get no dap
I'm with the strippers had this hoe sit on my lap
I live a fast life little bitch no I'm not strapped in
She love my trap life so she listen when I'm rappin
I got these blues up in my pocket bitch I'm stackin
I got this pole up on my side, bitch I'm not lackin
Talk in this microphone I stay up in the booth
That boy ain't smokin za that boy he smokin boof That boy he pussy why the hell he callin truce?
I'm with the gang yeah I just stay up with my crew She tryna find shit why the hell she look for clues?
I'm singin to this bitch I do not sing the blues
Sixteen hundred on jeans no I cannot wear no Trues
Got this thick lil baddie on me you know I bring them in the twos
I got bands I got my hoe
I got racks I got my dough
I smoke gas no I'm not sober
Switchin lanes up in that Rover
I'm so high in Mars like Rover
I smoke za they smell my odor
She want f*ck she want come over
I take blood I'm like a donor
I smoke gas I'm in the trees
I got blues on me no green
I'm like a drug this hoe a fiend
Talk shit what the f*ck you mean?
She bad but I want her friend
And I know that hoe a ten
Like Ben yea you know I stay 10
Got these racks on me can't bend
Got these racks on me can't fold
And this hoe she is so bold
And I'm smokin gas that dope
So much drugs almost caught a stroke
All white on me like the Pope
Black tech that shit like my cloak
Tryna ride my wave no boat
Tryna ride my wave won't go
And you know I'm feelin like Ye
When I talk that boy can't say
Bad hoe on me, not bae
That hoe bad but she can't stay
All these racks I do not play
Racks on me yeah I got cake
Writer: Malik Blackstock
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