Bout Dat Bag CHASETHEMONEY (Ft. Key Glock)

[Chorus]
I'm chasing bags, yeah, bitch I’m gettin' that bag
I'm chasing bags, yeah, I just got a bag
That’s why you mad, yeah, bitch I got that bag
That's why you mad, yeah, bitch I got that bag

[Verse]
Yeah, I got that bag, uh
I ran it up fast, uh
I let this shit stack, uh
I let this shit stack, uh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
I let this shit stack up
I got so much money my Rolls Royce feel like a Brinks truck
Bulletproof the coupe I feel like James Bond when I'm geeked up
Smokin' on a big blunt in a Maybach with my feet up
"Glock, you fresh as fuck," yeah
Every day is Easter
I been in these streets so long I got more stripes than zebra
[?] I am a fool, yea, I'm a beast, I'm off the meter
This choppa rock a nigga ass to sleep put him in a sleeper
Ay, and motherfuck your feature
[?] I hop up on the beat, bitch I beat the beat up
Turnt up on thеm boys, now them niggas gotta keep up
I just bought a [?] chain, might buy my bitch [?]
I've been goin' crazy with the papеr, I’m tryna ease up
I’ve been sipping wok hard, purple lake, I'm tryna ease up
New hundreds, blue money, it look like I’m throwin' C's up
Brand new continental bih' look it’s throwin' B's up
Yeah, they say that it's cheaper to keep her
But nah, ain't no trick ass nigga I had to leech off
Stuntin' on them hard, I feel like Evel Knievel
Bitch, I'm Big Glock and I got a lot of demons
Chillin' with a diva, she's sucking on my semen
I be pre-codeinin', I'm sippin' while I'm sleepin'
I be pre-codeinin', I'm noddin' and leanin'
High as fuck, stuck still pourin' for no reason
I be fresh as fuck for no reason
Got no ceilings on the car, I'm still bumping Weezy
All these Instagram bitches ain't nothing but some leeches
Most of these Instagram bitches ain't nothing but some leeches
Nah ho, I can't go, it ain't easy
Cruisin' down the street in my '63, I feel like Eazy
This a GLE and it came with a AMG kit
[?] like I'm that nigga, I'm that wrong nigga to beef with, bitch