BACKPACK

Lyrics

[Intro] ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney [Chorus] Burberry print on my backpack I ran out of breath, I was chasin' that sack Ain't no McDonald's, my shooter got big MACs Flex on these niggas, my pockets got big racks (Flex, Kpreme) Got a new Glock four-oh, jet black (Baow) Run up the wrong way, you gon' get your shit cracked I got that Draco, it came with no kickback (No kickback) All of these hoes wanna fuck, where your lips at? (Ugh) I keep the Glock tucked right where my dick at (Glock) Young nigga fresh like a Tic Tac (Hee) Smokin' exotic, shit strong like a six-pack (Strong) Louis bandana, I bought it from Saks (Louis) I got a butterfly all on my hat My socks, my belt, they match (Hee) My neck, my wrist, it match (Ice) I'm lit in this bitch like a match (Lit) [Verse] 8 in the morning, she ate me like Apple Jacks (Suck it) Got to the bag and I swear I'ma triple that (Fih, beep) Ride in a foreign coupe, don't do the Cadillac Free that boy 'Sito, he rode with the dirty strap ('Sito) I got some clean, but I also got dirty racks (Dirty racks) Magic on Monday, we probably blew thirty racks UPS van, he just dropped off a hundred packs I'm in the stu' workin', I got a hundred tracks I do the Jeffreys and you do the TJ Maxx If I fuck on your bitch, it's a wrap (Fuck that bitch) Backwood fatter than a fuckin' burrito wrap Your blunt be skinny just like a mosquito legs (Damn) So much ice on my wrist, that this bitch, she might need a sled (Ice) I won't let that money get to my head (Fih, beep) Alex McQueen, that's wrapped all on my head (McQueen) Play with that, fih, beep, end up dead (Bah) [Chorus] Burberry print on my backpack I ran out of breath, I was chasin' that sack Ain't no McDonald's, my shooter got big MACs Flex on these niggas, my pockets got big racks (Flex, Kpreme) Got a new Glock four-oh, jet black (Baow) Run up the wrong way, you gon' get your shit cracked I got that Draco, it came with no kickback (No kickback) All of these hoes wanna fuck, where your lips at? (Ugh) I keep the Glock tucked right where my dick at (Glock) Young nigga fresh like a Tic Tac (Hee) Smokin' exotic, shit strong like a six-pack (Strong) Louis bandana, I bought it from Saks (Louis) I got a butterfly all on my hat My socks, my belt, they match (Hee) My neck, my wrist, it match (Ice) I'm lit in this bitch like a match (Lit) [Outro] ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney