BACKPACK lyrics
by Valee
[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 n*ggas, 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 sh*t cracked
I got that Draco, it came with no kickback (No kickback)
All of these hoes wanna f*ck, where your lips at? (Ugh)
I keep the Glock tucked right where my di*k at (Glock)
Young n*gga fresh like a Tic Tac (Hee)
Smokin' exotic, sh*t 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 b*tch 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 f*ck on your b*tch, it's a wrap (f*ck that b*tch)
Backwood fatter than a f*ckin' burrito wrap
Your blunt be skinny just like a mosquito legs (Damn)
So much ice on my wrist, that this b*tch, 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 n*ggas, 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 sh*t cracked
I got that Draco, it came with no kickback (No kickback)
All of these hoes wanna f*ck, where your lips at? (Ugh)
I keep the Glock tucked right where my di*k at (Glock)
Young n*gga fresh like a Tic Tac (Hee)
Smokin' exotic, sh*t 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 b*tch like a match (Lit)
[Outro]
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney