Chase Your Bag

They be watching me behind the scenes I got them mad I be doing me, I’m chasing money, I’m chasing my Bag I don’t even know why they hating, I really got them mad I be in my own lane, tell them “go and chase your bag” Go and Chase your bag, t-t-tell me why you mad Go and, go and chase your bag, t-t-tell me why you mad I was Tired of being broke so I got up off my ass I be, I be in my own lane, yeah I’m chasing my bag I’m chasing my bag, I don’t know why they be mad They’ll smile up in your face then behind you they gonna laugh I don’t care though, that fake shit be infectious like some Staph I’m a chemist with creations, I might open up a lab Niggas don’t like me, I’m used to that though Won’t sign a deal, I’m not selling my soul She wanna dance on me, yeah I feel like I’m a pole She like my hustle, the way that I flow I like her face so I think I need more I don’t like junkies, so I laugh at them, joke She a perc' monster she ain’t got a soul Go to Dubai, then the rest of the globe I’m tryna' hulk her, call that a smash This one mine so no I can’t pass Just like benjis, count the bodies like cash So much green you think it’s a rash I’m just rapping but i don’t gotta flex F*ck that shit, I flex on my ex Don’t run a track but I’ll run up a check I need the money, VVS for my neck They be watching me behind the scenes I got them mad I be doing me, I’m chasing money, I’m chasing my Bag I don’t even know why they hating, I really got them mad I be in my own lane, tell them “go and chase your bag” Go and Chase your bag, t-t-tell me why you mad Go and, go and chase your bag, t-t-tell me why you mad I was Tired of being broke so I got up off my ass I be, I be in my own lane, yeah I’m chasing my bag I think I’m PAC, cause I carry the Juice Haters don’t like me but I swear they won’t shoot They scared of the sentence, they pussy, they loose She chasing me like an angry ass goose Bitch what it do? My circle tight like a noose Small like a dot, check it, no hoolahoop I chase the bag til it’s chasing me too Imma' blow up, that’s Al-Queda like Boom They be watching me behind the scenes I got them mad I be doing me, I’m chasing money, I’m chasing my Bag I don’t even know why they hating, I really got them mad I be in my own lane, tell them “go and chase your bag” Go and Chase your bag, t-t-tell me why you mad Go and, go and chase your bag, t-t-tell me why you mad I was Tired of being broke so I got up off my ass I be, I be in my own lane, yeah I’m chasing my bag