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The Bag
by Jay Loud
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I get the bag cuz I run to the money
These niggas be plotting I swear they be funny
They free my brother and he go by P Money
He stay wit' revolvers like that shit is Fortnite
Stay in yo lane or I swear that shit on sight
He said that he gonna rob me yea alright
Imma stay down wit my brothers cuz they ride
2 toned like day and night
Niggas be pussy to knuckle up
Now niggas gotta buckle up
Scary niggas gonna run from us
I’m jus' laid back countin' up
Real nigga to the death of me
I’m my eyes only jeopardy
Fuck niggas can’t get to me
I won’t ever let em get to me
I won’t ever let em get to me
Yo own men turn to enemy’s
Hating niggas bad energy
I won’t let it get the best of me
Windbreaker slight chill breeze
Cartier’s so I can see
White bitches off the ecstasy
Big bro got the .223
I’m back and I’m better
Jay Loud on her header
These niggas will do anything for the cheddar
Because I'm your teacher
And V is the letter
Because I don’t care about you cuz I’m better
I dress for the weather
And I got a sweater
Cuz my heart is so cold that it can not tether
I'm serving that white girl call it heather
My father said come on son you can do better
Ugh, yea I can do better
Remix the work and sell em for Margiela's
Dirty Dan spinned the bin it was a setup
Walk down man down need me a check-up
I was down they told me keep my head up
Franklin ass nigga always got his head tucked
I’m from the hills where niggas get they heads plucked
If you aint speaking up then u ain’t say nun
(I get the bag nah
The hunnits the fifties the, ugh, ugh, I get the bag nah)
(I get the bag nah
The hunnits the fifties the, ugh, ugh, I get the bag nah)
I get the, I get the, I get the bag
I run to the bag so fast I’m like the flash
These bitches they mad cuz they all in the past
I see it right there it’s a snake in the grass
These niggas they mad cuz Jay Loud on they ass
I’m coming for first while you niggas in last
If I'm in yo hood then I won’t need a pass
Don’t send out your music boy that shit is ass
We take no breaks nigga can’t you see
My brova ten toes from the roots to the leaf
These niggas they bluffin' they bitches on me
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
Real nigga til' the day I can’t breathe
Fake niggas gonna lie and deceive
You wanna feature you know it ain’t free
I get the bag cuz that’s all I need
I get the bag cuz I run to the money
These niggas be plotting I swear they be funny
They free my brother and he go by P Money
He stay wit' revolvers like that shit is Fortnite
Stay in yo lane or I swear that shit on sight
He said that he gonna rob me yea alright
Imma stay down wit my brothers cuz they ride
2 toned like day and night
Niggas be pussy to knuckle up
Now niggas gotta buckle up
Scary niggas gonna run from us
I’m jus' laid back countin' up
Real nigga to the death of me
I’m my eyes only jeopardy
Fuck niggas can’t get to me
I won’t ever let em get to me
I won’t ever let em get to me
Yo own men turn to enemy’s
Hating niggas bad energy
I won’t let it get the best of me
Windbreaker slight chill breeze
Cartier’s so I can see
White bitches off the ecstasy
Big bro got the .223
I’m back and I’m better
Jay Loud on her header
These niggas will do anything for the cheddar
Because I'm your teacher
And V is the letter
Because I don’t care about you cuz I’m better
I dress for the weather
And I got a sweater
Cuz my heart is so cold that it can not tether
I'm serving that white girl call it heather
My father said come on son you can do better
Ugh, yea I can do better
Remix the work and sell em for Margiela's
Dirty Dan spinned the bin it was a setup
Walk down man down need me a check-up
I was down they told me keep my head up
Franklin ass nigga always got his head tucked
I’m from the hills where niggas get they heads plucked
If you aint speaking up then u ain’t say nun
(I get the bag nah
The hunnits the fifties the, ugh, ugh, I get the bag nah)
(I get the bag nah
The hunnits the fifties the, ugh, ugh, I get the bag nah)
I get the, I get the, I get the bag
I run to the bag so fast I’m like the flash
These bitches they mad cuz they all in the past
I see it right there it’s a snake in the grass
These niggas they mad cuz Jay Loud on they ass
I’m coming for first while you niggas in last
If I'm in yo hood then I won’t need a pass
Don’t send out your music boy that shit is ass
We take no breaks nigga can’t you see
My brova ten toes from the roots to the leaf
These niggas they bluffin' they bitches on me
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee
Real nigga til' the day I can’t breathe
Fake niggas gonna lie and deceive
You wanna feature you know it ain’t free
I get the bag cuz that’s all I need
