Bag Chaser

Lyrics

[Intro] (Hombre) (Renwy got the fuckin' sauce, boy) [Verse 1: Armanibanz] Big bag chaser, I done ran up 'bout a hundred I feel like Dame in Neiman Marcus, I just wanna spend some money All these diamonds on my body got me shinin' like it's sunny Huh, never lackin', boy, don't run up on me, you a dummy Told 'em, "Call me Mani [?]" All my yeahs treat me lovely And my baby get whatever, she won't put no one above me Since he tryna mind my B's, chopper make him hit the dougie And my money tall like Shaq, heard thеy pockets be on Muggsy Be donе hit him for his green and his gold, he ain't lucky My lil' brother got a shank, chasin' opps like he's Chucky If she don't got no paper, I'ma treat her like she ugly You know you gotta be a ten or you can't touch me I be trippin' in the Pradas or Balenciagas [?] strikers when we slide down, never come in Hondas My favorite tux stay strapped up, so I call her Juwanna Me and Wigs trippin', we just poured up in a red Ohana Presi on a black man wrist, I'm the new Obama Probably do not wanna play with us 'cause that result in trauma I'ma put him on an island like it's Total Drama Eating good with two sticks on me like it's Benihanas I can make a killin' off of trappin' if I really wanted Go get to it every day, that's my new persona While she was uppin' bodies, I was runnin' up these commas He made a killin' off a white girl like she [?] [Verse 2: ScammLikeelyy] It's ScammLikeelyy and Armanibanz Brodie got this beat kickin' like it's Jackie Chan I can show you how to get some money if you got some fans This nigga want a discount but you is not my mans This nigga think I won't kill 'cause I rap 'bout scams I can show you how to do a drill if you got some bands I heard you signed a new deal but you ain't get advance This bitch think she took a shroom, I got her in a trance I know she got some good pussy, I can tell by the stance Niggas know Scamm gettin' money, can tell by the pants This bitch got a lot of ass but don't know how to dance My bitch wanna shop for designer so I flew her to France [Verse 3: YSR Gramz] The other day I stuffed twenty thousand in a pair of pants You lame as hell, you ain't do shit when they whacked your mans I just Cash App'ed this bitch for her hair and hands Moissanite diamonds in your chain, them bitches don't dance I love when she suck the dick with no hands Niggas broke as shit with no money and no plans You wanna catch a flight for the cheap? You better call Scam You want three-five of some 'za? You better call Gramz That Drac' got kick on it like Jackie Chan Whipped this bitch out, you should've seen how fast he ran I just bought a new ARP, it came from Pakistan Everytime some shit happen 'round this bitch, we be like, "Man"