Lyrics:
And I checked my bag - I blew my balance and it it's looking flat
Would you look at that matty boy ia man now
College living scholarships was hardly
Every car that I ride, clean from bumper to bumper
Every time that I slide, throw my top in the dumpster
I'm OG, yous a youngster, got more guns then
to get obnoxious
Have you thinking I was beefing with my family
Pop in for a hi-bye, only stopping by when I'm in need
Feel like a fiend asking for money,
Damn I got it bad, usher bag
Wait
Smokey on my gas hit the gas
Aye
Now I got it
I can't deal with your emotions
Lately you been tripping you been on one
snitches gag
When I get up on my bag
All these snitches gag
When I get up on my bag
All these snitches gag
When I get up on my bag
They gone ah!
They gone
look
I bring up money, they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
She gave me her number, now I gotta block it
I'm mixin'
on bags on bags ain't none of this shit gone last
24k don't tarnish bitch, no point in digital dash when you flyin'
You wouldn't survive through my past
I
I'm bumpin' Pac, picture me rollin' without spillin' my Hen
Yeah, yeah, now as I spin in the ben
I'm bumpin' Pac picture me rollin' without spillin'
screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream
bullshit sentence
Time served, no repentance
I remember their anguish as they read their statements
My nausea and anger as you smirked in their faces
Shotgun
feel)
A young nigga sellin' fruity by the pound (that's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (that's how ya feel)
.45 on my lap, it's
how Usher felt when he fucked up
Man this ain't for me
Keep stacking paper and keep it lowkey
Protect my heart and keep playing the streets
Stay
nigga, don't get it fucked up
36 O's, still do the front tuck
How could you ever think that
Rap had me pumped up
When that powder white come
In by
made a bag, baby (on God)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I'm in my bag (on God)
I drive it real fast, baby (on God)
Mercedes Benz (on God)
I'm in my
The only bag I'll ever need is my collective hive mind in one
Conscious lump sum of all mah exp and information
Emanate warmth o the sun but remain as regal
can push it
Bring it to me by the 4th
Get my money bag, get my, get my money bag
You can push it, you can push it
Bring it to me by the 4th
And do it
ya head
Badu
Can't nobody Keith sweat ya body
Way that I do
Usher these keys to ya heart
Bae be my boo
There's always one person
Ereybody goin try you
Six pack on me on my momma look like Usher Raymond
Benz packed homies in the Honda it's a celebration
Big stacks bitch I'm on that come up I need
a birkin' bag, yo propety you got it boo
Baddest of 'em all just look how shawty show out
She got herself all by her own, she never need a handout
She never
like yo relax
Tuck them feelings in a bag
Never quit and it'll last
Best believe I'm on that ass
It's just me don't got a rag
Six oh three it's on my
in a different mode
X and O, X's over eyes, my third eye is open
And too be Frank, I got flow like Ocean
Not suppose to be posed with posers
Not
it's no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have
a bag up
I run a bag up
I run a bag up
Ima go bag her
Ima go bag yah bitch
Ima go smash her
Ima go smash your bitch
In Dior
(Dior)
My book bag made
a bag up
I run a bag up
I run a bag up
Ima go bag her
Ima go bag yah bitch
Ima go smash her
Ima go smash your bitch
In Dior
(Dior)
My book bag made
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