Bigger Bags
Had to go and get a bigger bag
Ten grand twenty grand all cash yeah
But when you get it you better watch your back yeah
Ain't no love in the game and that's facts
Mixed breed look spanish she call me papi
I been in the gym don't try and get cocky
Yeah married to the game my bitch a glocky
No tats cops can't even spot me yeah
Mix the dirty money with the clean
Imma forever chase my dreams
I put that on my bro jp
Don't need no queen just legacies
Realest in the o
You can't peel no l's off of me
A lot of y'all wouldn't have none if it wasn't for me
Yeah I got diamonds dripping off my fingers
Fucked a couple groupies and some singers
They gone cop my flow and all my plugs and all my drip
I'm pure finesse they counterfeit
Copped a bigger bag got a badder bitch
Gave her dick then I dipped
Made her throw a fit now she on punishment
I'm in astonishment
Made a flip and got a whip
All these new worldly possessions
I went out bought a gun with a extra clip
I'm so unbothered by all that woo rah and that petty shit yeah
Had to get a bag and peddle it
Use the proper measurements
Lighting up the weed sparking ideas like thomas edison
Until they give me respect
I can't address them with the proper etiquette nah
Had to go and get a bigger bag
Ten grand twenty grand all cash yeah
But when you get it you better watch your back yeah
Ain't no love in the game and that's facts
Don't sell your soul for the fame
The industries full of lames
She ain't worth a thing she giving brain
Stacked my change and made some changes
To myself
They thought I needed help
I'm the champ I need a belt
I got good gas you can tell by the smell yeah
Took her out once chopped her down at the hotel
I get the bag marked down like it's on sale yeah
Ran off with a suitcase then I fish tailed
Shot up out the gate like a bat outta hell
Make her take the pipe now she sing like adele
Catch a touchdown pass then i dance like odell
If I spend a little gula I'm like fuck it oh well
Spend my two cents fishing at the wishing well
She gonna bust it down and her friends gonna tell
Shawty thick as fuck it look like she ain't skipped a meal
In the city tryna make a mill
Running up a check no trend mill
Driving solo dolo in my feels
I was down bad in the field
Independent I'm like motherfuck a deal
I had to learn the difference between fake and real
Now when I go out on the stage I hear them cheer
I hear them cheer
Ten grand twenty grand all cash yeah
But when you get it you better watch your back yeah
Ain't no love in the game and that's facts
Mixed breed look spanish she call me papi
I been in the gym don't try and get cocky
Yeah married to the game my bitch a glocky
No tats cops can't even spot me yeah
Mix the dirty money with the clean
Imma forever chase my dreams
I put that on my bro jp
Don't need no queen just legacies
Realest in the o
You can't peel no l's off of me
A lot of y'all wouldn't have none if it wasn't for me
Yeah I got diamonds dripping off my fingers
Fucked a couple groupies and some singers
They gone cop my flow and all my plugs and all my drip
I'm pure finesse they counterfeit
Copped a bigger bag got a badder bitch
Gave her dick then I dipped
Made her throw a fit now she on punishment
I'm in astonishment
Made a flip and got a whip
All these new worldly possessions
I went out bought a gun with a extra clip
I'm so unbothered by all that woo rah and that petty shit yeah
Had to get a bag and peddle it
Use the proper measurements
Lighting up the weed sparking ideas like thomas edison
Until they give me respect
I can't address them with the proper etiquette nah
Had to go and get a bigger bag
Ten grand twenty grand all cash yeah
But when you get it you better watch your back yeah
Ain't no love in the game and that's facts
Don't sell your soul for the fame
The industries full of lames
She ain't worth a thing she giving brain
Stacked my change and made some changes
To myself
They thought I needed help
I'm the champ I need a belt
I got good gas you can tell by the smell yeah
Took her out once chopped her down at the hotel
I get the bag marked down like it's on sale yeah
Ran off with a suitcase then I fish tailed
Shot up out the gate like a bat outta hell
Make her take the pipe now she sing like adele
Catch a touchdown pass then i dance like odell
If I spend a little gula I'm like fuck it oh well
Spend my two cents fishing at the wishing well
She gonna bust it down and her friends gonna tell
Shawty thick as fuck it look like she ain't skipped a meal
In the city tryna make a mill
Running up a check no trend mill
Driving solo dolo in my feels
I was down bad in the field
Independent I'm like motherfuck a deal
I had to learn the difference between fake and real
Now when I go out on the stage I hear them cheer
I hear them cheer
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Writer(s): Rico Santino Quinones
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