Roddy Ricch - Chase tha Bag lyrics

CJ Beatz

I'm not patient
This fast lotta blue faces gon fly to me
You buy the designer but I know
You niggas ain’t flyer than 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 air that bitch back
I seen the walls so if I had to keep
It we had to run up the sacks
I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger
I had to order the safe
And my pocket stay fat, pull up in a Maybach

Chase the bag and the Louis V’s
I ain’t gotta buy Supreme
Ask lil' shawty "Is you rolling, baby
" 'cause I'm 'bout to buy the bean
And I gotta get this package off
Uncle gotta buy the piece
Can’t nobody do it better, Louis V sweater
Prada by the jeans
Got two thousand and we made it double
My niggas had to invest
You ain’t got the dodie, I give my man fifty
Get hollows ripping through your chest
We been trappin' for couple months
I made a hundred thousand on the road
Racks bustin' out the Balmain's, I
Just make it, count it, then I fold
Got them Christian Louboutins on I just
Say that I'm feeling like Jesus
And I got a couple cars on me
We was traveling and making them visas
F&N gon' try his vest
Call the choppa Lil' Ceaser
I move my family right outta
The hood, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm not patient
This fast lotta blue faces gon fly to me
You buy the designer but I know
You niggas ain’t flyer than 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 air that bitch back
I seen the walls so if I had to keep
It we had to run up the sacks
I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger
I had to order the safe
And my pocket stay fat, pull up in a Maybach

No more Faygo with the lean, baby
I just drink it out the bottle
Why you openin' your jeans, baby
I just want a little swallow
And she fucking with a nigga 'cause I
Got the Roley cracking in the Tahoe
Keep a 9 like Rondo
Tryna run it out with Dambo
If that nigga try to talk about it
On the Motorola he the Five-O
My main bitch say she bout to get
Her face tatted like the fine ho
Came from eating ramen dawg
Now I’m on a boat
My uncle Marley tried to run it up
The police shot him in the throat
Young nigga on the boulevard I
Was running with the vets
'Member I had to go get me a TEC
Now I keep a Patek
And you can’t be hood rich if
You ain’t fucking up a check
Y'all niggas ain’t hood rich if you
Ain’t fucking up a check

I'm not patient
This fast lotta blue faces gon fly to me
You buy the designer but I know
You niggas ain’t flyer than me
I’m feeling like Floyd, 50
And 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 air that bitch back
I seen the walls so if I had to keep
It we had to run up the sacks
I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger
I had to order the safe
And my pocket stay fat, pull up in a Maybach