capo: 4rd fret
[intro]
F G Em
F Em Am
[verse (1)]
F
i went let the last nigga fu^k me up
Would you say that you can come and show me different?
G
nah, i’m good, i ain’t tryna find another
F
‘cause when you do
C
That’s when your nigga get to trippin’
F
They say they love you, but they don’t
Said they’ll protect you, but hurt you most
G
Say that’s yo d!ck, then fu^k these hoes
Dm Am F
But i refuse to let you close to me, ah
C
Boy, i’ll be damned if another nigga play me again
G
say that you’d care
But how many hoes out here callin’ you they man
F
I know you not for me, and boy
Dm
I know i’m not for you
Em
Boy, i’m all about my green
G
So don’t you get this shit confused
[chorus]
F
Well, then, fu^k a nigga, boy, i’m all about my bag
G
I ain’t chasin’ these niggas
F
‘cause they don’t know how to act
C
I be minding’ my business
Am
But i swear these hoes get mad
G
Boy, this pussy way too good to let you play me
Am
That’s a fact
F
So i’m just chasin’ a bag, just chasin’ a bag
G
Give a fu^k about a nigga
F
‘cause they don’t know how to act
So i’m just chasin’ a bag ( just chasin’ a bag ), just chasin’ a bag
Am C
boy, this pussy way too good to let you play me that’s a fact
So it’s all about a bag
[verse (2)]
Am Dm
What’s good? and no, you can’t fu^k
I ain’t one of them hoes that you runnin’ to
Em Dm
So i heard you think that you are the one
You can save that other shit for the next bitch, boo
F
‘cause i ain’t one of these lame-ass hoes
Am
I’m just tryna count a big bank roll
G
I know that you heard what they say
Em
The ones that can hurt
Am
You is the ones that you care about most
F
So i ain’t tryna fall in love with you
Baby, i ain’t got no time for you
G
I ain’t tryna get next to you
Em Am
Boy, i’d rather fu^k myself before i fu^k on you
F
Yeah, you heard me right
Dm
Goofy-ass niggas just ain’t my type
Em
So stop stalkin’ me
Am
Know you gotta pay just to talk to me
[chorus]
F
Well, then, fu^k a nigga, boy, i’m all about my bag
G
I ain’t chasin’ these niggas
F
‘cause they don’t know how to act
C
I be minding’ my business
Am
But i swear these hoes get mad
G
Boy, this pussy way too good to let you play me
Am
That’s a fact
F
So i’m just chasin’ a bag, just chasin’ a bag
G
Give a fu^k about a nigga
F
‘cause they don’t know how to act
So i’m just chasin’ a bag ( just chasin’ a bag ), just chasin’ a bag
Am C
boy, this pussy way too good to let you play me that’s a fact
So it’s all about a bag
capo: 4rd fret
[intro]
F G Em
F Em Am
[verse (1)]
F
i went let the last nigga fu^k me up
Would you say that you can come and show me different?
G
nah, i’m good, i ain’t tryna find another
F
‘cause when you do
C
That’s when your nigga get to trippin’
F
They say they love you, but they don’t
Said they’ll protect you, but hurt you most
G
Say that’s yo d!ck, then fu^k these hoes
Dm Am F
But i refuse to let you close to me, ah
C
Boy, i’ll be damned if another nigga play me again
G
say that you’d care
But how many hoes out here callin’ you they man
F
I know you not for me, and boy
Dm
I know i’m not for you
Em
Boy, i’m all about my green
G
So don’t you get this shit confused
[chorus]
F
Well, then, fu^k a nigga, boy, i’m all about my bag
G
I ain’t chasin’ these niggas
F
‘cause they don’t know how to act
C
I be minding’ my business
Am
But i swear these hoes get mad
G
Boy, this pussy way too good to let you play me
Am
That’s a fact
F
So i’m just chasin’ a bag, just chasin’ a bag
G
Give a fu^k about a nigga
F
‘cause they don’t know how to act
So i’m just chasin’ a bag ( just chasin’ a bag ), just chasin’ a bag
Am C
boy, this pussy way too good to let you play me that’s a fact
So it’s all about a bag
[verse (2)]
Am Dm
What’s good? and no, you can’t fu^k
I ain’t one of them hoes that you runnin’ to
Em Dm
So i heard you think that you are the one
You can save that other shit for the next bitch, boo
F
‘cause i ain’t one of these lame-ass hoes
Am
I’m just tryna count a big bank roll
G
I know that you heard what they say
Em
The ones that can hurt
Am
You is the ones that you care about most
F
So i ain’t tryna fall in love with you
Baby, i ain’t got no time for you
G
I ain’t tryna get next to you
Em Am
Boy, i’d rather fu^k myself before i fu^k on you
F
Yeah, you heard me right
Dm
Goofy-ass niggas just ain’t my type
Em
So stop stalkin’ me
Am
Know you gotta pay just to talk to me
[chorus]
F
Well, then, fu^k a nigga, boy, i’m all about my bag
G
I ain’t chasin’ these niggas
F
‘cause they don’t know how to act
C
I be minding’ my business
Am
But i swear these hoes get mad
G
Boy, this pussy way too good to let you play me
Am
That’s a fact
F
So i’m just chasin’ a bag, just chasin’ a bag
G
Give a fu^k about a nigga
F
‘cause they don’t know how to act
So i’m just chasin’ a bag ( just chasin’ a bag ), just chasin’ a bag
Am C
boy, this pussy way too good to let you play me that’s a fact
So it’s all about a bag
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