In My Bag
Now I'm in my bag, yeah I'm in my Burkin, she only love me
If I buy her purses, I gotta tell her she never deserve it
I know she hoeing, look good but ain't worth it, tryna maintain
I ain't tryna be perfect, always feel pain so I just
Popped a perc-cet, talk on the net when he see me he nervous
I remember when it coulda been curtains, now I'm
Out wit it young nigga he lurking, in love money why I always be flirting
We know you pussy ain't no need for
Purpin, and if you pussy cant hop on my verses
I just sit back cause I'm very observant, I let em talk while I'm
Doing the workin, seen I got bread she came over her twerking
I know she did all of that for a purpose
Going out wit her, what cold be the worst shit
I'm tryna split her no time for the marriage, ain't got no time to be
Buying her karats, baby i'm just tryna keep shit transparent
They keep on talking down all on my name
I said it's cool cause I'm getting this change, love me or hate me gone
Blow either way, try running on me he made a mistake, ice on me frosted
Just like flake, in the lot doing donuts
Like im dunking like Blake, baby we eating, start saying ya grace
Ain't help me get it, can't eat off my plate, young
Nigga a scale how his name hold weight
I don't got time for the bullshit today, baby i'm sorry
I can't come yo way, im getting money that shit on my way
Baby im valid, I got lettuce on me just like a salad
And i'm way flyer than any the pilots
Don't want a house imma buy me a palace
Rock designer, I don't need me a stylist
Please don't forget them young nigas be wilding
I brung a trip with my bitch to the islands
Came in this bitch with young pound, you know
We drippin from town to town, I need that puddy cat, meow
I'm wit my niggas might run in ya house, been there
Before know the bandz in the couch, baby i'm working i never
Been a slouch, i fuck her hard if she don't shout
We on the block and them yoppas they out, I need two more zeros
In my bank account, he talking Shit he might wanna wash his mouth
Wait, wash or watch, fuck what you saying im balling a lot
I'll have my youngins come run in ya spot, damn, I say
That a lot, they do that a lot, you better watch ya spot, I just got the drop, on ya lil thot
If I buy her purses, I gotta tell her she never deserve it
I know she hoeing, look good but ain't worth it, tryna maintain
I ain't tryna be perfect, always feel pain so I just
Popped a perc-cet, talk on the net when he see me he nervous
I remember when it coulda been curtains, now I'm
Out wit it young nigga he lurking, in love money why I always be flirting
We know you pussy ain't no need for
Purpin, and if you pussy cant hop on my verses
I just sit back cause I'm very observant, I let em talk while I'm
Doing the workin, seen I got bread she came over her twerking
I know she did all of that for a purpose
Going out wit her, what cold be the worst shit
I'm tryna split her no time for the marriage, ain't got no time to be
Buying her karats, baby i'm just tryna keep shit transparent
They keep on talking down all on my name
I said it's cool cause I'm getting this change, love me or hate me gone
Blow either way, try running on me he made a mistake, ice on me frosted
Just like flake, in the lot doing donuts
Like im dunking like Blake, baby we eating, start saying ya grace
Ain't help me get it, can't eat off my plate, young
Nigga a scale how his name hold weight
I don't got time for the bullshit today, baby i'm sorry
I can't come yo way, im getting money that shit on my way
Baby im valid, I got lettuce on me just like a salad
And i'm way flyer than any the pilots
Don't want a house imma buy me a palace
Rock designer, I don't need me a stylist
Please don't forget them young nigas be wilding
I brung a trip with my bitch to the islands
Came in this bitch with young pound, you know
We drippin from town to town, I need that puddy cat, meow
I'm wit my niggas might run in ya house, been there
Before know the bandz in the couch, baby i'm working i never
Been a slouch, i fuck her hard if she don't shout
We on the block and them yoppas they out, I need two more zeros
In my bank account, he talking Shit he might wanna wash his mouth
Wait, wash or watch, fuck what you saying im balling a lot
I'll have my youngins come run in ya spot, damn, I say
That a lot, they do that a lot, you better watch ya spot, I just got the drop, on ya lil thot
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Writer(s): Lamont Wade
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