Get to the Bag

Aye, aye, aye
Its Young Za

I'm done fucking with these bitches
I'm finna get some riches
Trynna put some rollies on my wrists'

Got a bad bitch calling my phone
She trynna get it on
I'ma hit it once then i'm gone

I'm trynna go get to this bag
Pop a couple tags
Then get my moms a new Jag
Get a Porsche for my dad
He old but he like to go fast
Bro and sis gone get a bag of cash

I'm done worrying 'bout a bitch
I been working nonstop trynna get rich
I ain't a alcoholic baby I just need a sip
She said whats that on yo shoulder girl thats just a chip (Chip)

I been chasing this money i'm running full speed
I work like i'm last but im really in the lead
I need this money damn I feel like a fiend
Its snakes in my grass they don't think that I seen

When i pull out this weed whacker i'ma cut slow
These niggas throwing shade i'm like where the sun go
I gotta show my ass ma they think you raised a hoe
They wanna act tough then ima put on a show (Ta-dah)

I'm off this henny got me feeling amazing
Addict for this money I really be craving
She loving my fit I can tell how she gazing
I'm acting a ass cause i'm tired of behaving

Secure the bag then get my moms a birkin
I been praying but i don't know if its working
I say that im good but I really be hurting
Callus on my hands I really be working
I'm watching them niggas I know they be lurking
That lil bitch wet, damn I thought I was surfing
Can't trust everybody these niggas be serpents
I see all my flaws so I know I ain't perfect
Aye

I'm done fucking with these bitches
I'm finna get some riches
Trynna put some rollies on my wrists'

Got a bad bitch calling my phone
She trynna get it on
I'ma hit it once then i'm gone

I'm trynna go get to this bag
Pop a couple tags
Then get my moms a new Jag
Get a Porsche for my dad
He old but he like to go fast
Bro and sis gone get a bag of cash

My bro got a drum but he not in the band
They been knocking me down cause they hate when I stand
I lost Greg as a boy that shit made me a man

Can't even see I been walking by faith
I know my time coming God told me to wait
I was only a jit when I said i'd be great
I'm chasing a bag but she worried 'bout a date
The doc say i'm different got a real nigga trait

Im trynna go get this cheddar (Cheese)
I'm chasing the bag in any weather
We took bro down he ain't know we sent her (Sorry)
She eating me up she said i'm her dinner (Aye)
I'm sorry ma, but your son's a sinner (Sorry)
I been drinking fucking up my liver (Damn)

Wait
Or is that my kidney
I'm off this henny can you please forgive me
I'm working for it you ain't gotta gimme
A fool in that pussy might do a shimmy
I need a butler i'm not talking Jimmy (Butler)
I'm doing big shit and you only mini (small)

She coming for me like she gotta get me
She fuck with Da Kid but my name ain't Gillie
Believe it or not i'm not talking Ripley
My name ain't Meek but I need a Milly
Aye

I'm done fucking with these bitches
I'm finna get some riches
Trynna put some rollies on my wrists'

Got a bad bitch calling my phone
She trynna get it on
I'ma hit it once then i'm gone

I'm trynna go get to this bag
Pop a couple tags
Then get my moms a new Jag
Get a Porsche for my dad
He old but he like to go fast
Bro and sis gone get a bag of cash



Credits
Writer(s): Zhaire Simmons
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