Lyrics: Jusar Holland
Music: Jusar Holland
(Saint in this mother****er)
Phwoah, phwoah, phwoah, hey
Phwoah, hey, phwoah
I'm chasing a bag, **** the mix, can't lose my focus
These niggas get passed up stealing all my old shit
Where you get your swag from? Look like I been on this
They like, "Thrax, you so trendy," this lil' bitch is so pretty
Think she wanna feel on me the way she keep blowing kisses
Just call me when you need some time from your old nigga
He ain't really on nothing, come **** with a young nigga
My daily rotation is getting them funds in
I'm paying for this and that, I made too much to sit back
I'm spending that shit 'cause I'm gon' lose it one day
And business is good, my money won't slow up
She hit the poles, so I might put her in Dolce
She don't need no one to style for her
Bae a fashion killer, hit her up and tell her take a photo
Had to take a moment 'cause you got [?] drip, see it's really showing
She a fashion killer, I'm a trendy nigga, let's get some in motion
Know you tired of that lame, just come under my wing, I'ma treat you like an angel
(Yeah, her pistol go)
(Yeah, her pistol go)
(Yeah, her pistol go)
(Yeah, her pistol go)
(Yeah, her pistol go)
(Yeah, her pistol go)
I'm chasing a bag, **** the mix, can't lose my focus
These niggas get passed up stealing all my old shit
Where you get your swag from? Look like I been on this
They like, "Thrax, you so trendy," this lil' bitch is so pretty
Think she wanna feel on me the way she keep blowing kisses
Just call me when you need some time from your old nigga
He ain't really on nothing, come **** with a young nigga
My daily rotation is getting them funds in
She a fashion killer, I'm a trendy nigga, let's get some in motion