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Roddy Ricch - Chase Tha Bag [Starring TheFine304] (Dir By JDFilms)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
Mistey M Garcia
Mistey M Garcia
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm not paging this fast outta blue phases don't fly to me You bought a designer but I know you niggas ain't fly to me I'm feeling like Floyd, 50 you know how I'm tryna be Mask on, mask off, these niggas ain't robbing me They killed my dawg and I can't believe it so we had to end up be bait I seen the walls so if I had to keep it we had to run up the stakes I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger I had to order the safe And my pocket stay fat pull up in a Maybach Chase tha bag and the Louis V's, I ain't gotta buy Supreme Ask yo shawty is you rolling baby cause I'm bout to buy the bean And i gotta get this package off, uncle gotta buy the peas Can't nobody do it better, Louis V Sweater padded by the jeans Got two thousand and we made it double, my niggas had to invest You ain't got though you give my man Fifty get hollows ripping through your chest We been trappin for couple months I Made a hundred thousand on the roll Greg's bustin at the ball, mains I just make it count and then I fold Got them Christian Louboutins on I Just say that I'm feeling like Jesus And I got a couple cars on the ruse travelling and making them visas Effen A gon chaz vez carter choppin lil season I move my family right outta the hood I'm not paging this fast outta blue phases don't fly to me You bought a designer but I know you niggas ain't fly to me I'm feeling like Floyd, 50 you know how I'm tryna be Mask on, mask off, these niggas ain't robbing me They killed my dawg and I can't believe it so we had to end up be bait I seen the walls so if I had to keep it we had to run up the stakes I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger I had to order the safe And my pocket stay fat pull up in a Maybach [?] go with the lean baby drink it out the bottle Why you in your jeans baby I just want a little swallow And she fucking with a nigga cause I Got the Roley cracking in the [?] hoe Keeping on like Rhondo, tryna run it out with Dumbo If that nigga try to talk about it on the Motorola he the Five-O My bitch say she bout to get her face tatted like the farm hoe Came for me in ramadol, now I'm on a boat My uncle Marley tried to run it out the police shot him in the toe Young nigga on the boulevard I was running with the vets Member I had to go get me a tech, now I keep up with tech And you can't be hood rich if you ain't fucking up a check Young niggas ain't hood rich if you ain't fucking up a check I'm not paging this fast outta blue phases don't fly to me You bought a designer but I know you niggas ain't fly to me I'm feeling like Floyd, 50 you know how I'm tryna be Mask on, mask off, these niggas ain't robbing me They killed my dawg and I can't Believe, it so we had to end up be bait I seen the walls so if I had to keep it we had to run up the stakes I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger I had to order the safe And my pocket stay fat pull up in a Maybach
Writer(s): Rodrick Moore, Mistey Garcia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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