Money Making Bag Chasing shit bitch still the same
MMBC
Chasing a bag all i know
Money count never slow
Leaning off a 4
Might hit the store
Backwoods all I blow
Gas all I know
Always paid the price living super nice
Check out the fit sauce all I drip
Bitch throw a fit I never trip
Catch me checking lanes
Oh my god i'm swerving lanes in a brand new thang
Might catch me with 4 doors and some more whores
Walked up in this bitch reeking looking like a cash vault
Say you want a verse thats gon cost quarter brick of soft
South side youngin chasing bags trappin in the north
Metabolism high if I got weight I bet I get it off
Biggest boss up in this bitch let you know i am not ross
Say that you the plug why every time i weigh this shit it's off
You cannot finesse a finesser thats shit unheard of
I make that bitch go ah ah ah like bobby shmurda straight murda
And you can tell them that I said that
Swear she got that fire head swear she blew my head back
Ridin round in the Benz and I got the seat back
Money Making Bag Chasing thats the gang I said that
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Money Making Bag Chasing shit bitch still the same
MMBC
Chasing a bag all i know
Money count never slow
Leaning off a 4
Might hit the store
Backwoods all I blow
Gas all I know
Always paid the price living super nice
Check out the fit sauce all I drip
Bitch throw a fit I never trip
Catch me checking lanes
Oh my god i'm swerving lanes in a brand new thang
Might catch me with 4 doors and some more whores
Walked up in this bitch reeking looking like a cash vault
Say you want a verse thats gon cost quarter brick of soft
South side youngin chasing bags trappin in the north
Metabolism high if I got weight I bet I get it off
Biggest boss up in this bitch let you know i am not ross
Say that you the plug why every time i weigh this shit it's off
You cannot finesse a finesser thats shit unheard of
I make that bitch go ah ah ah like bobby shmurda straight murda
And you can tell them that I said that
Swear she got that fire head swear she blew my head back
Ridin round in the Benz and I got the seat back
Money Making Bag Chasing thats the gang I said that
MMBC
Chasing a bag all i know
Money count never slow
Leaning off a 4
Might hit the store
Backwoods all I blow
Gas all I know
Always paid the price living super nice
Check out the fit sauce all I drip
Bitch throw a fit I never trip
Catch me checking lanes
Oh my god i'm swerving lanes in a brand new thang
Might catch me with 4 doors and some more whores
Walked up in this bitch reeking looking like a cash vault
Say you want a verse thats gon cost quarter brick of soft
South side youngin chasing bags trappin in the north
Metabolism high if I got weight I bet I get it off
Biggest boss up in this bitch let you know i am not ross
Say that you the plug why every time i weigh this shit it's off
You cannot finesse a finesser thats shit unheard of
I make that bitch go ah ah ah like bobby shmurda straight murda
And you can tell them that I said that
Swear she got that fire head swear she blew my head back
Ridin round in the Benz and I got the seat back
Money Making Bag Chasing thats the gang I said that
Writer: Connor Mitchell
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