[ Featuring A$AP Ferg ]
Yeah
Chasing
Chasing that bag, chasing that bag
Chasing
Whoo
Aye
Lil' fish
Woke up this morning I had a ménage
Loaded the foreigns, I packed the garage
We do it big like we back in the sky
Maybe I'll sell if I rap and I lie
Maybe I'll sell if I let niggas write it
These niggas swagger jacking and they bite it
This for my niggas trapping out them Hondas
Tryna get designer Gucci they attire
Walk in this bitch and it's quiet
I break a heart then I buy it
I probably get her a Bourke
I take that back, shit I'm lying
I'm on the jet when I'm flying
I'm in the Bentley, I'm wheeling
I'm in the trench with my niggas and I know the feeling to see 20 million
Funny money niggas counterfeit
I could tell you ain't been around the shit
Like a swiper, when I got the black card
80 of them burners if they counterfeit
Seen the money, and I know the sound of it
It go (vrrt vrrt!)
That's a lot of it
Know that language that money machine clicking
They been rap dissing, I ain't seen, niggas
Know Omelly ready, I got D with us
7 on me, I got lean with us
Like that dirty dirty, how I lean niggas
And my wrist so subzero like freeze niggas
Finish them niggas, you I put an end to them niggas
I'm on the roof with that scope
When I hit them little bitches like Remy my nigga
You save 'em, we slay 'em
Girl I ball
Whip, whip, whip, whip it
Me and your bitch in a Bentley
Making it rain when she stripping
Hold up the umbrella like Bentley
F*ck with a nigga that's righteous
Call me Mr. East Coast I'm the tightest
I remember when [bedbugs] was biting
God bless me like a nigga got sinus
Ooh
Holy Ghost, I'm a baptist
F*cking on ratchets
Might get a night get an actress
Who give me the top when I slap it
Feeling like DJ Khaled
She grabbing on my dick getting careless
Man I had to kill this beat, I'm a savage
Meek Milly drop 20 on the atlas
Back in this bitch and you know we reloaded
Look at the credits and tell you who wrote it
I had that bitch on my dick and she rode it
And she wouldn't speak to you niggas and you know it
I'm out in Cali I'm looking for Khloe
Kylie and Kourtney or maybe a Kendall, finesse with that swagger
You know I'mma swindle you niggas don't getting the shit that I'm mental
Shit that I'm saying will prolly offend you
You acting rowdy like Bobby was with you
You only talk when that molly up in you
Man you'll figure out when that Tommy'll hit you
Got bad bitches in the A, down in M.I.A., talkin' in the Bay
When we in the west, we ain't giving feds
'Cause I got the K-trigger with the laser on it
I had a page, I'm on it
I'll like a picture if I want it
Dm that bitch for the kill
She answer back, I'mma swarm it
Pull up or I'll be in Florida
I'll put your bitch in that cool wop
Say I remind her of Tupac
Thirty two shots in my oowop
She f*ck me good, get a new Benz
She keep it trill, get a new shot
Went to Miami on Monday
On Tuesday I heard that them dudes' shot
I do not know about situations
'Cause I never ever talk to cops
I will not speak if you made a statement
Saddle the dos and the dos not
You save 'em, we slay 'em
Girl I ball, ball, ball, ball (at the garage)
