XB-Tch.
D-Moné
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Always chase a bag Whoa Ex bitch really mad Lemme spit some facts okay let me be real honest I was really sad in my room I was exhausted Now I'm feeling glad threw that hoe up in the garbage Feening for the cash I'm still balling like I'm Giannis Always chase a bag you should never chase a hoe If you ever want me back then my answer gon' be no My new shawty really bad we be counting up the dough And my ex bitch really mad cuz her new man hella broke Whoa Please don't get me started (Yeah) Me and 'cari in our bag yea you know we solid (Whoa) They tried to run up the gang so I up my rocket (Pew) Now I'm stacking up my bands need another pocket Yeah you know I'm cleaner than a cleaning kit You be seeing all my goals I'm achieving it And I always keep a stick like I'm DD-Whit And I walk up in the club with a freezing wrist My ex bitch got a new man but she still post about me Thought you was done with us Guess I can't get out of your mind Whoa Lemme spit some facts okay let me be real honest I was really sad in my room I was exhausted Now I'm feeling glad threw that hoe up in the garbage Feening for the cash I'm still balling like I'm Giannis Always chase a bag you should never chase a hoe If you ever want me back then my answer gon' be no My new shawty really bad we be counting up the dough And my ex bitch really mad 'cuz her new man hella broke I don't really got time for feelings anymore If you think you doing better than me you should check the score I been feeling hella free I'm a take off I'm a soar I'm the best one in the bay that's some facts you can't ignore And your own friends they all up in my DM's I can see it clear I don't think that I need a lens I'm a switch lanes I'm a pull up in a benz I got hunnids in the bank no I don't do no tens Tell me how it feels everybody thinks that you're a hoe You're so passed around so I'm a leave you alone I'm done being made a fool by you Now it's my turn to throw my shots at you Lemme spit some facts okay let me be real honest I was really sad in my room I was exhausted Now I'm feeling glad threw that hoe up in the garbage Feening for the cash I'm still balling like I'm Giannis Always chase a bag you should never chase a hoe If you ever want me back then my answer gon' be no My new shawty really bad we be counting up the dough And my ex bitch really mad 'cuz her new man hella broke
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Written by: D-Moné, Donovan Manyvong, Kj Up
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