Bag

Been had a bag
Count by the rack
Count by the stack
Hop in a jag
Doing the race
My foot on the gas
I don't understand
These bitches are fake
And so are they mans
My diamonds they dance
I'm rocking a chain you wish that you had

Diamonds so wet
I'm strapped like a vet
Bust down my demons they getting upset
I sit down and face em like all of my blunts
The bitch is a birdie she as dumb as a dunce
(Dumb as a what)
Dumb as a dunce
I'm taking her home and fucking her once
(Hop in a what)
Hop in a ghost
Go David Blain cause these bitches the most
(Yeah these bitches the most)
Flexing my diamonds bitch I like to boast
(Bitch I like to boast)
Hop on a flight and go coast to coast
(Go coast to coast)
I don't wanna fuck the pussy is gross
(The pussy is gross)
Kick that bitch out I'm yelling adios

Been had a bag
Count by the rack
Count by the stack
Hop in a jag
Doing the race
My foot on the gas
I don't understand
These bitches are fake
And so are they mans
My diamonds they dance
I'm rocking a chain you wish that you had

I count up I count up I count up
I run up I run up I run up
You wishing that you had your dough up
I pull up in phantom my door up
Tell me
Why do you hate
I am the best
Bitch no need for debate
Why do you hate?
Took life by the horns
Bitch controlling my fate
I'm smoking that strong by the ounce
She shaking that booty it bounce
Cash cash check the amount
Commas on commas in my bank account
I'm making it rain
Thunderous rain watch it come down
I'm giving em pain
Aim for the top I'm taking the crown

Been had a bag
Count by the rack
Count by the stack
Hop in a jag
Doing the race
My foot on the gas
I don't understand
These bitches are fake
And so are they mans
My diamonds they dance
I'm rocking a chain you wish that you had



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Writer(s): Isaiah Torres
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