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

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

[Verse 2]
Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Real shit)
Ho, you ain't shit but a cock watcher (Yup)
If a n***a got that bag, you a cock washer (Eatin' dick)
And that bag ain't real, you a fuckin' perper (Bitch)
And them Loubs ain't yours, you a fuckin' 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***a, he a lame, wanna be a doctor
And, bitch, I'm a baller, Kobe Bryant (Yop)
No, bitch, I'm a shooter, Lawrence Fisher (Yeah)
She see the sparkles at the booth, now she blowin' kisses (Yop)
But I can tell that bitch broke 'cause her nails chippin' (Broke bitch)
Sack chaser, don't want shit but a comeup (Right)
Suckin' every n***a dick tryna act stuck up (What?)
Bitch, shut the fuck up
I hit the bitch off a room and a bottle, a light hundun
[Chorus]
Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Rat ho)
Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Yup)
Only want a n***a 'cause I got paper (Only reason)
Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Let's get it)
Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (No)
Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Bitch)
Only want a n***a 'cause I got paper (Yup)
Bitch, you ain't shit 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' shit you ain't did before (For real)
Well-paid n***a 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"
Fuck with your dog, if I fuck with you hard, I'd by my bitch 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]
Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Rat ho)
Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Yup)
Only want a n***a 'cause I got paper (Only reason)
Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Let's get it)
Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (No)
Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Bitch)
Only want a n***a 'cause I got paper (Yup)
Bitch, you ain't shit but a sack chaser (Ayy)