Sack Chaser

Lyrics

[Intro: Babyface Ray] Ooh, Team Eastside These hoes ain't shit to me, dog I done figured y'all bitches all the way out You wanna fuck with a nigga that got that cash, huh? Nigga fall off, you get gone, fuck with another nigga Fuck him Ayy, Lou, holler at these bitches [Verse 1: Lou Gram] Bitch, you a rat and your mama a possum (Rat ho) I been had cash by your lil' ho small talkin' (Been had money) Stupid bitch, see what this hustlin' got me Brand-new roochies on the 'Vette with the soft top Twenty bands spent on a presi', that's a boss watch Askin' a question got a nigga on some other shit Just bought a foreign, I'll probably buy another whip Never had a job, got it all off of hustlin' (Ghetto Boyz) Them niggas scared to take trips before that nigga strugglin' Bitch fuck with me, think she gettin' somethin' (Bitch) I'm new, baby, you don't know who you fuckin' with Goin' out of town got me sleepin' on a hundred strip Nigga, fuck a deal, I could make it up for a couple flips Too much money got my pockets on swole He got a 180, that's a lil' man load I got a big bat and she a sack-chasin' ho [Chorus] Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Rat ho) Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Yup) Only want a nigga 'cause I got paper (Only reason) Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Let's get it) Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (No) Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Bitch) Only want a nigga 'cause I got paper (Yup) Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Ayy) [Verse 2] Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Real shit) Ho, you ain't shit but a cock watcher (Yup) If a nigga got that bag, you a cock washer (Eatin' dick) And that bag ain't real, you a fuckin' perper (Bitch) And them Loubs ain't yours, you a fuckin' jocker Sippin' on a straight six I got from my doctor (Damn) I just made sixty slips thanks to my doctor (Flint) And your nigga, he a lame, wanna be a doctor And, bitch, I'm a baller, Kobe Bryant (Yop) No, bitch, I'm a shooter, Lawrence Fisher (Yeah) She see the sparkles at the booth, now she blowin' kisses (Yop) But I can tell that bitch broke 'cause her nails chippin' (Broke bitch) Sack chaser, don't want shit but a comeup (Right) Suckin' every nigga dick tryna act stuck up (What?) Bitch, shut the fuck up I hit the bitch off a room and a bottle, a light hundun [Chorus] Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Rat ho) Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Yup) Only want a nigga 'cause I got paper (Only reason) Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Let's get it) Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (No) Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Bitch) Only want a nigga 'cause I got paper (Yup) Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Ayy) [Verse 3: Damedot] She asked me what I got on? I said, "Burberry cologne" I'ma tell you off the bat I don't know what he be on (I don't know) But me and you can cruise, I got moves to shoot You got on the Gucci slip-ins, I got on the boots (Okay) Have you doin' shit you ain't did before (For real) Well-paid nigga ride his rims in the snow (Skrrt) I can tell you fed up, know you tired of dealin' with the copycats Braggin' to your friends like, "Damedot got me that" Fuck with your dog, if I fuck with you hard, I'd by my bitch a bag from the extras of the dog But anyway, enough of that, how you wanna play it, baby? All you gotta do is say it, baby (Let me know) I got on a presidential, I'm the mayor, though (I'm the mayor) Meaning whatever I say, it go (Real talk) I'm a Ghetto Boy gettin' bag paper (Bag paper) So I gotta be your type, you a sack chaser (You a sack chaser) [Chorus] Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Rat ho) Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Yup) Only want a nigga 'cause I got paper (Only reason) Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Let's get it) Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (No) Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Bitch) Only want a nigga 'cause I got paper (Yup) Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Ayy)