Gimme My Bag
Young Dolph
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Let the BandPlay you know what we on, nigga We want everything, plus some more huh Worrisome-ass bitch (Yup) I ain't got time for her (No) I might just block her phone Number after I press ignore (Bitch) I always been too busy (Bitch) Pullin’ up and gettin' it (Bitch) Count it up and flip it (Bitch) All money in like Nipsey (Bitch) I smoke like a hippie (Whew) I drink lean like whiskey (Whew) All my old hoes miss me (F*ck y'all) Bitch, catch me on your TV (Bitch) Skydweller with VVs (Glitter) Pockets full of blue cheese (Gualla) Same color my blue teeth (Water) Spend racks in designer boutiques (Whew) I love myself, I’m selfish (For real, though) A Rolls Royce on my left wrist (Ghost) Them hoes love me like Elvis (It's Dolph) Too much drip, I should sell this (Get you some) Yeah, I'm the shit, you could smell it (yeah) In a Bentley watching Belly (yeah) Eighty pointers in my necklace (Rocks) For all them nights I went restless I just came for my bag Y'all can keep the rest Rose gold PRE, middle of my chest They want me to quit, they want me to stop But I won't, so they upset Emerald cuts all in my charm Lil' nigga playin' with a check I want the bag (I want the bag) Gimme my bag (Gimme my bag) Gimme my bag (Gimme my bag) Gimme my bag (Gimme my bag) Gimme my bag (Gimme my bag) I want the bag (I want the bag) I want the bag (I want the bag) Gimme my bag (Gimme my bag) Go, Go, Gadget (Go, Go, Gadget) Rose gold Patek (yeah, yeah) Real niggas don't panic (yeah, yeah) P’s in the Camry (Uh, uh) Ball like Sammy (Sosa, Sosa) While you was complaining Did whatever I had to do to Take care of my family (Uh, uh) (Where you at?) I’m pullin' up about mine Let me get that (I’m pullin' up) That play-play shit, I ain't with that (Nah) Designer on, everything mismatched (Whew) I do what I want, y'all get the pic yet? (Damn) Fell out with my dawg, had to fix that (Damn) Fight her and I don’t want that bitch back (Where you at?) Picking up racks (Okay) Let that shit stack (Okay) Told my dawg can't nothing in This world come between us (Ayy) Different type of nigga, I'm not from Earth I'm from Venus (Ayy) Cut the lights off My ice gon' light up the arena (Blaow) Went to work with my strap Today like I'm Gilbert Arenas I just came for my bag Y'all can keep the rest Rose gold PRE, middle of my chest They want me to quit, they want me to stop But I won't, so they upset Emerald cuts all in my charm Lil' nigga playin' with a check I want the bag (I want the bag) Gimme my bag (Gimme my bag) Gimme my bag (Gimme my bag) Gimme my bag (Gimme my bag) Gimme my bag (Gimme my bag) I want the bag (I want the bag) I want the bag (I want the bag) Gimme my bag (Gimme my bag)
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Written by: ADOLPH THORTON JR., KRISHON O'BRIEN GAINES, LUCAS DIFABBIO
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