Roddy Ricch – Chase tha Bag Lyrics

Chase tha Bag

Roddy Ricch

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"Chase tha Bag." - Roddy Ricch

Tuesday, 15 September 2026, 04:25 pm

Album: Feed tha Streets

Track No: 09

I'm not paging this fast outta blue phases don't fly to me
You bought a designer but I know you niggas ain't fly to me
I'm feeling like Floyd, 50 you know how I'm tryna be
Mask on, mask off, these niggas ain't robbing me
They killed my dawg and I can't believe it so we had to end up be bait
I seen the walls so if I had to keep it we had to run up the stakes
I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger I had to order the safe
And my pocket stay fat pull up in a Maybach

Chase tha bag and the Louis V's, I ain't gotta buy Supreme
Ask yo shawty is you rolling baby cause I'm bout to buy the bean
And i gotta get this package off, uncle gotta buy the peas
Can't nobody do it better, Louis V Sweater padded by the jeans
Got two thousand and we made it double, my niggas had to invest
You ain't got though you give my man
Fifty get hollows ripping through your chest
We been trappin for couple months I
Made a hundred thousand on the roll
Greg's bustin at the ball, mains I just make it count and then I fold
Got them Christian Louboutins on I
Just say that I'm feeling like Jesus
And I got a couple cars on the ruse travelling and making them visas
Effen A gon chaz vez carter choppin lil season
I move my family right outta the hood

I'm not paging this fast outta blue phases don't fly to me
You bought a designer but I know you niggas ain't fly to me
I'm feeling like Floyd, 50 you know how I'm tryna be
Mask on, mask off, these niggas ain't robbing me
They killed my dawg and I can't believe it so we had to end up be bait
I seen the walls so if I had to keep it we had to run up the stakes
I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger I had to order the safe
And my pocket stay fat pull up in a Maybach

[?] go with the lean baby drink it out the bottle
Why you in your jeans baby I just want a little swallow
And she fucking with a nigga cause I
Got the Roley cracking in the [?] hoe
Keeping on like Rhondo, tryna run it out with Dumbo
If that nigga try to talk about it on the Motorola he the Five-O
My bitch say she bout to get her face tatted like the farm hoe
Came for me in ramadol, now I'm on a boat
My uncle Marley tried to run it out the police shot him in the toe
Young nigga on the boulevard I was running with the vets
Member I had to go get me a tech, now I keep up with tech
And you can't be hood rich if you ain't fucking up a check
Young niggas ain't hood rich if you ain't fucking up a check

I'm not paging this fast outta blue phases don't fly to me
You bought a designer but I know you niggas ain't fly to me
I'm feeling like Floyd, 50 you know how I'm tryna be
Mask on, mask off, these niggas ain't robbing me
They killed my dawg and I can't
Believe, it so we had to end up be bait
I seen the walls so if I had to keep it we had to run up the stakes
I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger I had to order the safe
And my pocket stay fat pull up in a Maybach

Writer(s): Roddy Ricch.

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