Lyrics Montana Of 300 – Chase A Bag

Started with a dream that’s all I ever had, yeah
Haters talking ’bout me I done made ’em mad, yeah
Now all I know is count my blessings count this cash, yeah
Too paid to chase a bitch so I’ma chase a bag, yeah

Started with a dream, now I swear to God I’m winning
I come from the bottom, nigga, look how my pockets sittin’
$50,000 in ’em, been chasing that bag since a youngin’
Cops and robbers, nigga
We chase a bag, yeah, we make ’em mad, yeah
We all lit around this bitch laser tag yeah
I count my blessings twice before I bless the mic
I check a bag like I’m catching flights
I’m in my bag right now I think they mad right now
See I was running round wild could have fouled out
Ooh child things are gonna get a little easier
Had to fix the antenna so the TV worked
Invested with the money off the weed he served
From the bottom had to grind ’til everything reversed
Word

Started with a dream that’s all I ever had, yeah
Haters talking ’bout me I done made ’em mad, yeah
Now all I know is count my blessings count this cash, yeah
Too paid to chase a bitch so I’ma chase a bag, yeah
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag, yeah
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag, yeah
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag

Life’s way too short to take a break I had to make a way
Didn’t wait for nothing I got shit done
Fuck niggas can’t relate
I sold more zips to niggas in the ‘hood than Bathing Ape
I got that swag I’m in my bag just call me Jake The Snake
They talk that shit but show respect
When we meet face-to-face
Might teach they ass about subtraction when I take away
From the bottom like some roots
Yeah me and God been in cahoots
My mama told me lock shit down
I said I will just like a boot
I’m like 2Pac I got the juice
And bitch I got more kicks than Bruce
I’m in Balmain bitch fuck a suit
I slide LVs all through my loops
I’m fresh as hell I’m bustin’ moves
Gettin’ to dough just like a coupe
I been had hoes like I was Luke
Your hoe wanna blow me like a nuke
She said she’ll blow me like some soup
I told her blow me like a flute
Then she blew on me like I’m Duke
Gave me top just like a roof
If you want beef that’s on my daughter
Like Kyle Korver I’ma shoot
This rapper smoke shit like he Snoop
And then get right back to the loot

Started with a dream that’s all I ever had, yeah
Haters talking ’bout me I done made ’em mad, yeah
Now all I know is count my blessings count this cash, yeah
Too paid to chase a bitch so I’ma chase a bag, yeah
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag, yeah
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag, yeah
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag
Chase a bag, yeah yeah, chase a bag, yeah