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
ItsJustTyrese - Chase Your Bag Lyrics
ItsJustTyrese - Chase Your Bag Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Tyrese Larkin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid