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we flipping bags yeah
That's a hundred racks

Flipping and pull up
I trip on your bitch
cnd I got it intact
I don't want nothing to do
With your man

Hundred 'round my wrist, three hundred
Thousand on my neck, yeah
Watch me flex, baby girl, I'm a walking check
I'm a bag, I'm a sack
Make these ho

Stripes on me like Adidas
Better practice what you preach
Still smoking on that reefer
Still chop it by the litre
Hot like hundred degrees
Still ten toes in

underage
Niggas 20 and they can't get a play
Man I'm doing this while I'm 17
Life is tryna pull me down by my knees
Moon lady and I both got a dream
But I

a bitch send them bags out from Arizona 
Damn 
Man we came a long way from the corners
And we kept them damn hundreds by the fuckin’ bundles 
Trying to buy

Flooded with them hundreds

What you thought it wasn't?
I've been by myself so I'm not losing help
I don't need you niggas, look like you can't tell

Yeah, let me talk my shit
Stayed down now young nigga really got that bag, lemme talk my shit
Stayed down now young nigga really got that bag, Yeah

Stop It

T.I.

Jungle Rules

2017

hear me (tip, tip, tip, tip)
And all my diamonds VVS she bust it open in the Phantom

Man got the habit, money poking out the bag
I might hop out

Most these niggas ain't living right
Tryna get a bag 
Betta get ya life
I was down bad like 100 nights
Word to my niggas
They already know
Shit was real

Yeah!
They call me Gucci Bag Shawty
Gucci Bag Shaawwtttyyy...
Yeah!
A.k.a. Gassed-Up Shawty
They call me Gucci Bag Shawty...
Keep that Glock 40...

rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot

I bought my new bitch a new bag
Just to go brag got two hundred miles on the
Dash so I go fast
Hundred K stashed in this Fendi new black bag
You

Da Dopeman

T.I.P.

T.I. vs T.I.P. [Clean]

2007

Look at this little n**** man...
Hey T.I. is that really you man?
Yeah shorty what's happenin'?
Hey man can you give me a ride home man?
Man it's

fuckin wit my mans
Three hundred dollars what I spent up on some rubber bands
And I spent another two hundred on some fuckin bags
I hit flint cause I gotta

that on me and the
Feds got a case tryna' put that
On me and shawty got a ass
Go and put that on me
Millie in the bag man i put that on me
And my young

Da Dopeman

T.I.P.

T.I. vs T.I.P.

2007

Look at this little nigga man...
Hey T.I. is that really you man?
Yeah shorty what's happenin'?
Hey man can you give me a ride home man?
Man it's

SISTER / NATION

BROCKHAMPTON

SATURATION III

2017

, get your man all up off me
Think again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me

This for all my broke niggas,

Earthquake hit quick, wake da ground 
D-damn!, Just, first round!
Buckle up, goin' down

One verse, watch how, kill it, Da Man, want 'em da feel it
Ain't

thrumbin thru these 100s (Ooh ooh)
Flip the bag, hit the bank (Flip the bag)
Told the teller count it up (Count it up)
Get the money machine gone full it up

you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come

moves (got 'em)
A hundred racks in blues (Franks)
In a shoebox, hell nah, them ain't no motherfuckin' shoes (racks)

(Ayy, what you do, nigga?)
Took

side of wifey's ride (yeah)
Hundred bags, hybrid thing
Still leave man at the lights
Bad boy creps
Man ah got bare
Bedroom full up of SK-Air
But I

i’m high off the doo
I feeling like a hundred man, I ain’t talking bills yeah
I feel like you don’t understand, I just made a mill yeah
I’m in my bag

want the bag
I don’t mean to brag but I got a lot of cash
Did it by my own, flipped a couple hundred packs
Gotta reach my goal take my momma out