My Bag (feat. OTB Fran)

I been stackin flexin out my bag People pocket watchin tryna see what's in my bag Bitches wit a hand out cuz my C- Notes over lap She say can I get some no you can't have none of that Feelin like I'm never really dreamin Facin all my enemies and dealin wit my demons Nightmares, turn to money Workin barely sleepin No affairs, I'm committed to My guapaneses Money be imported through my visas Mansion full of real exotic divas Gentle wit the Mula pluckin 20's wit some tweezers Turn up happy hour sippin liqour by the liters Yeah yeah I just hit 100 on my Beamer Hit a lick on any nigga baby girl a schemer She flexin, had to get away from all the screamers Loud boys, snitchin cuz we robbed em for his sneakers Now he gotta problem we can solve it On some real shit In my bag any cost nigga I just flip shit If I gave it to you you can have it I don't miss shit All I need money weed chillin wit a thick bitch I see no change in this game, I ain't no rookie I been makin plays in this thing you boys won't cook me Feds want my head till I'm dead they won't book me I'm too ahead but way clear to overlook me This or that Hunnit racks in my bag What you gon do for that bag I change your life that's facts When I'm sober I be too mad So it's why I'm in my bag yeah It's why I'm in my bag yeah Slow it down, slow it down yeah Speed it up like speed it up yeah Turn me up, turn me up yeah Don't turn me down, don't turn me down like woah yeah So I pour my drank on ice and I mix that bitch with sprite Got these thoughts up in my mind I should pay some more attention to the things up in my life Why waste my time on that bitch When she don't know her wrong and rights You delirious You actin oblivious Like girl you serious I must be dumb hilarious You can call me George I'm Curious All these niggas they don't compare to us Cause they see their ain't no fear in us See there ain't no fear in us