Sack Chaser lyrics

[Intro: Babyface Ray]
Ooh, Team Eastside
These hoes ain't sh*t to me, dog
I done figured y’all b*tches all the way out
You wanna f*ck with a n*gga that got that cash, huh?
n*gga fall off, you get gone, f*ck with another n*gga
f*ck him
Ayy, Lou, holler at these b*tches

[Verse 1: Lou Gram]
b*tch, you a rat and your mama a possum (Rat ho)
I been had cash by your lil' ho small talkin' (Been had money)
Stupid b*tch, 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 n*gga on some other sh*t
Just bought a foreign, I'll probably buy another whip
Never had a job, got it all off of hustlin' (Ghetto Boyz)
Them n*ggas scared to take trips before that n*gga strugglin'
b*tch f*ck with me, think she gettin’ somethin’ (b*tch)
I'm new, baby, you don’t know who you f*ckin' with
Goin' out of town got me sleepin' on a hundred strip
n*gga, f*ck 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]
b*tch, you ain't sh*t but a sack chaser (Rat ho)
b*tch, you ain't sh*t but a sack chaser (Yup)
Only want a n*gga 'cause I got paper (Only reason)
b*tch, you ain't sh*t but a sack chaser (Let's get it)
b*tch, you ain't sh*t but a sack chaser (No)
b*tch, you ain't sh*t but a sack chaser (b*tch)
Only want a n*gga 'cause I got paper (Yup)
b*tch, you ain't sh*t but a sack chaser (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
b*tch, you ain't sh*t but a sack chaser (Real sh*t)
Ho, you ain't sh*t but a c*ck watcher (Yup)
If a n*gga got that bag, you a c*ck washer (Eatin' di*k)
And that bag ain't real, you a f*ckin' perper (b*tch)
And them Loubs ain't yours, you a f*ckin' jocker
Sippin' on a straight six I got from my doctor (Damn)
I just made sixty slips thanks to my doctor (Flint)
And your n*gga, he a lame, wanna be a doctor
And, b*tch, I'm a baller, Kobe Bryant (Yop)
No, b*tch, I'm a shooter, Lawrence Fisher (Yeah)
She see the sparkles at the booth, now she blowin' kisses (Yop)
But I can tell that b*tch broke 'cause her nails chippin' (Broke b*tch)
Sack chaser, don't want sh*t but a comeup (Right)
Suckin' every n*gga di*k tryna act stuck up (What?)
b*tch, shut the f*ck up
I hit the b*tch off a room and a bottle, a light hundun
[Chorus]
b*tch, you ain't sh*t but a sack chaser (Rat ho)
b*tch, you ain't sh*t but a sack chaser (Yup)
Only want a n*gga 'cause I got paper (Only reason)
b*tch, you ain't sh*t but a sack chaser (Let's get it)
b*tch, you ain't sh*t but a sack chaser (No)
b*tch, you ain't sh*t but a sack chaser (b*tch)
Only want a n*gga 'cause I got paper (Yup)
b*tch, you ain't sh*t 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' sh*t you ain't did before (For real)
Well-paid n*gga 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"
f*ck with your dog, if I f*ck with you hard, I'd by my b*tch 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]
b*tch, you ain't sh*t but a sack chaser (Rat ho)
b*tch, you ain't sh*t but a sack chaser (Yup)
Only want a n*gga 'cause I got paper (Only reason)
b*tch, you ain't sh*t but a sack chaser (Let's get it)
b*tch, you ain't sh*t but a sack chaser (No)
b*tch, you ain't sh*t but a sack chaser (b*tch)
Only want a n*gga 'cause I got paper (Yup)
b*tch, you ain't sh*t but a sack chaser (Ayy)