Whip it up like I'm Mable
Taking orders like a Waiter
Trop it off like a caterer
Dripping sauce on the table
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was down & he was able
Rep the click like a label
Put me on without a major
Watching me like its cable
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
He wasn't born with a silver spoon
He was tryna get it with the goons
Pitching rocks to the dope fiends
He was burning green like he was snoop
Tuck told me that the lord calling
But laws coming and I'm strapped two
Rolling round in that blue beast like I'm on the Job in this OT
Got no license got no insurance in the trap lost like what chu during
Dorothy told me to come home but I'm full of fluid & I'm getting to it
Remember jumping in the dope game twon had the work & he wanna do it
Tossing 40's all night long I'm a broken soul and I'm going thru it
I'm just tryna get me bag tired of walking round in these old rags
Home to home like Ralph Lauren
Now Imma CEO & thank God
Cause I done been thru hell back child hood never seen joy
Jamie kept me in studio cooking wiping up for Interscope
But ween never get to do the deal
I was really tryna do the deal
Going hard since I 15 wrecking mics likes holy field
But yah he put me in a better field changed up
And building up the real
He no longer gotta chase a bag
He provide and he pay the bills
Whip it up like I'm Mable
Taking orders like a Waiter
Trop it off like a caterer
Dripping sauce on the table
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was down & he was able
Rep the click like a label
Put me on without a major
Watching me like its cable
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
Somebody told me I was tripping
My music street it ain't fishing
I'm outchere we these thugs Surve he never been to religious
Running in the lane he put me in 300 Truth to my listeners
Trap boys and gangsters its best you get outcho feelings
We bring the hood to the church
Pockets prolly full of work
He was banging for his turf
Prolly gotta burner on him
Faith dead without works
You can preach I'll work
I can teach he can learn
He disciple lil homie
Penitentiary talking another black male falling cops quick to pull the trigger
And you'll be the one to call him
I ain't come here to judge
I just came to tell the truth
Boy I got it out the mud chasing bag with the crew
You was home living comfortable those shoes fitchu
We was hustling for the comforter we ain't even have a room
Hiding money in a sofa
I don't know about chu
We was tryna buy a toasta microwave no food
Whip it up like I'm Mable
Taking orders like a Waiter
Trop it off like a caterer
Dripping sauce on the table
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was down & he was able
Rep the click like a label
Put me on without a major
Watching me like it's cable
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
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Whip it up like I'm Mable
Taking orders like a Waiter
Trop it off like a caterer
Dripping sauce on the table
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was down & he was able
Rep the click like a label
Put me on without a major
Watching me like its cable
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
He wasn't born with a silver spoon
He was tryna get it with the goons
Pitching rocks to the dope fiends
He was burning green like he was snoop
Tuck told me that the lord calling
But laws coming and I'm strapped two
Rolling round in that blue beast like I'm on the Job in this OT
Got no license got no insurance in the trap lost like what chu during
Dorothy told me to come home but I'm full of fluid & I'm getting to it
Remember jumping in the dope game twon had the work & he wanna do it
Tossing 40's all night long I'm a broken soul and I'm going thru it
I'm just tryna get me bag tired of walking round in these old rags
Home to home like Ralph Lauren
Now Imma CEO & thank God
Cause I done been thru hell back child hood never seen joy
Jamie kept me in studio cooking wiping up for Interscope
But ween never get to do the deal
I was really tryna do the deal
Going hard since I 15 wrecking mics likes holy field
But yah he put me in a better field changed up
And building up the real
He no longer gotta chase a bag
He provide and he pay the bills
Whip it up like I'm Mable
Taking orders like a Waiter
Trop it off like a caterer
Dripping sauce on the table
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was down & he was able
Rep the click like a label
Put me on without a major
Watching me like its cable
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
Somebody told me I was tripping
My music street it ain't fishing
I'm outchere we these thugs Surve he never been to religious
Running in the lane he put me in 300 Truth to my listeners
Trap boys and gangsters its best you get outcho feelings
We bring the hood to the church
Pockets prolly full of work
He was banging for his turf
Prolly gotta burner on him
Faith dead without works
You can preach I'll work
I can teach he can learn
He disciple lil homie
Penitentiary talking another black male falling cops quick to pull the trigger
And you'll be the one to call him
I ain't come here to judge
I just came to tell the truth
Boy I got it out the mud chasing bag with the crew
You was home living comfortable those shoes fitchu
We was hustling for the comforter we ain't even have a room
Hiding money in a sofa
I don't know about chu
We was tryna buy a toasta microwave no food
Whip it up like I'm Mable
Taking orders like a Waiter
Trop it off like a caterer
Dripping sauce on the table
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was down & he was able
Rep the click like a label
Put me on without a major
Watching me like it's cable
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
Taking orders like a Waiter
Trop it off like a caterer
Dripping sauce on the table
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was down & he was able
Rep the click like a label
Put me on without a major
Watching me like its cable
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
He wasn't born with a silver spoon
He was tryna get it with the goons
Pitching rocks to the dope fiends
He was burning green like he was snoop
Tuck told me that the lord calling
But laws coming and I'm strapped two
Rolling round in that blue beast like I'm on the Job in this OT
Got no license got no insurance in the trap lost like what chu during
Dorothy told me to come home but I'm full of fluid & I'm getting to it
Remember jumping in the dope game twon had the work & he wanna do it
Tossing 40's all night long I'm a broken soul and I'm going thru it
I'm just tryna get me bag tired of walking round in these old rags
Home to home like Ralph Lauren
Now Imma CEO & thank God
Cause I done been thru hell back child hood never seen joy
Jamie kept me in studio cooking wiping up for Interscope
But ween never get to do the deal
I was really tryna do the deal
Going hard since I 15 wrecking mics likes holy field
But yah he put me in a better field changed up
And building up the real
He no longer gotta chase a bag
He provide and he pay the bills
Whip it up like I'm Mable
Taking orders like a Waiter
Trop it off like a caterer
Dripping sauce on the table
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was down & he was able
Rep the click like a label
Put me on without a major
Watching me like its cable
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
Somebody told me I was tripping
My music street it ain't fishing
I'm outchere we these thugs Surve he never been to religious
Running in the lane he put me in 300 Truth to my listeners
Trap boys and gangsters its best you get outcho feelings
We bring the hood to the church
Pockets prolly full of work
He was banging for his turf
Prolly gotta burner on him
Faith dead without works
You can preach I'll work
I can teach he can learn
He disciple lil homie
Penitentiary talking another black male falling cops quick to pull the trigger
And you'll be the one to call him
I ain't come here to judge
I just came to tell the truth
Boy I got it out the mud chasing bag with the crew
You was home living comfortable those shoes fitchu
We was hustling for the comforter we ain't even have a room
Hiding money in a sofa
I don't know about chu
We was tryna buy a toasta microwave no food
Whip it up like I'm Mable
Taking orders like a Waiter
Trop it off like a caterer
Dripping sauce on the table
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was down & he was able
Rep the click like a label
Put me on without a major
Watching me like it's cable
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
I was chasing that bag
Writer: Spencer Foster
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid