WOJ - Chasin' the Bag Lyrics

You know I only want the bag
Check the price on the tag
If you talkin' who the best in my city know my name
Know my name, know my name, It's Woja without the A
Man I'm Woj
From the roof to the floor
You know I always bring em more
I'll burn this house to the ground
From the sound
That I make
Cause it's great
And you really can't mistake It
Just look at their faces
They acting like I'm famous
Be patient just wait kid
Feature with drake, and with Jay, and with Cole
That's just what my future holds
My future's in hands man I've got full control
That's coming from the soul
Pain in my soul
So don't act surprised when I finally explode
I'm finna reload
Your head is looking like a target
Like if you really want it
Bullets out my mouth
Bout to have a shoutout
Shoutout to my niggas in the trenches
Soon we'll make of the benches
Cause I'm ballin' like I'm James while you looking like a rookie
I'm just wondering why Staples centre hasn't f*cking booked me
Yet
I need a full set
Then I want fat cheque
Then I just need a vet
Cause my dogs they sicker, they sicker
Than a positive on an HIV test
I'm rapping like I'm Kendrick nigga I ain't even playing
I'm rapping like I'm goku swear I just went super Sayan
Okay let's play dumb again
Bout to make ya'll go dumb again
But you love it
Like micky d's you gon keep munchin'
But don't inhale
Take it easy if you frail
Murder on the track I should be locked up inside the jail
No bail
I really couldn't tell
My talent I'm tryna sell
Did I reach you on your cell
Or Is you sleepin?
Get the f*ck up if you are
I don't understand how you could be I'm a star
Trillion watt, light bulb
AC/DC thunder struck
Wish me luck
On my road to the bucks
And the Billys I'm just tryna make a milly
You amateurs just kill me
You ain't Kevin Hart but I'm laughing at yo pain
See the grin on my face
Your hearts where I'm aiming
Killshot yuh like my name was shady
And it's crazy
I'm just tryna have Zendaya's baby
Couple racks, couple stacks, man I want it
Louie vest, Gucci flops, ima cop it
And I stoppin'
Collar out I'm poppin
Finna eat I'm slaughterin'
The plays I be calling em
Times out shoot the shot it's goin in
Curry I be cookin
Got these shook and
I ain't even flexing
The scoreboard I ain't checking
Cause I know a nigga ballin
Pump fake hesitate got these niggas falling
They falling, I swear called it
They looking nauseous
And check them J's they be clean but I ain't even floss em
That's the just cost
If you messin' with a boss
Every hour on the clock
I swear it really don't stop
In my way you better watch yo step
Quit yo flex
You ain't running wit my set