All N Da Bag (feat. Arthur Iggo)
I got it all in the bag
I got it all in the bag
I got it all in the bag
I'll turn it upside down if I have to
I need my money hoe
I got it all in the bag
I got it all in the bag
I got it all in the bag
I'll turn it upside down if I have to
I need my money hoe
Heard that it was popn
Took a trip down by the water
On my Libra shit
Fish scaling wit my daughters
Catch me ducked off n the casino
Way in the back
Nigga Damn there lost 30
Like Fuck it
Still shootn craps
Money off the table
IRS be lookn at us
We make so much money
IRS be lookn at us
I'm on fire like Weezy n Turk
Bitch think about it
You ain't really got mo money than me
Think about it
I'm scuba diving thru the clouds
Reversing the whole plan
I'm a fool wit da money
Reversing the whole scam
Goin ham on hater
No mercy for grown men
You gone sit at the table
Bets know the rules
We all in
Ol skool on my hip
Participating the action
Got my tool on my hip
Anticipating yo actions
You gone steal from the Pharo
Just know we coming
Hauling Taking
Ass, fast, cash, grass
Taking Alllll that we came fa
Rake it up
Then take it up
Right there to the room bruh
Don't b foolish
Got my guards
Posted like platoons bruh
Bag handlers while I'm at the table
Run it
Goin hard
Panhandlers
Made em fold they hands up
Talk to God
Fuck is wrong wit da game
Wat them lames steady askn
Nutn wrong wit da game
Lil Bitch
You know what's happening
Michael Carllione
Bitch I'm back to run the table bruh
I flipped my cards
And broke his hearts
You queens can't beat da King bruh
I got it all in the bag
I got it all in the bag
I got it all in the bag
I'll turn it upside down if I have to
I need my money hoe
Lucky
Made it thru Biloxi
Red dogs barkn
Cross that line
Louisiana
Light it up
I'm sparkn
Know I've always been heated nigga
God gave me that flame
No I've never been defeated nigga
So watch me do my thang
Got that bag
In the bag
Tucked right beside my half
If they pull me
They gone do me
Truly
Really do my ass
Dipped em like I did n Memphis
Seat back
Cut the lights offf
Knocked em off
Then dropped em off
Consider that a write-off
Hit the gas on the Chevy
Make the dogs do they thang
Coach Rokk
I'm n the building baby
Watch me do my thang
Feel up in da spot
And made it hot
We cranked the temperature
Strippers goin hard
Oh my God
Feel like lucifer
To hell wit dat talkn baby
I just need you dropn baby
I just killed em at the table
Check my Gram this is no fable
Jed Clampett
Done stepped out the manchen
Yea I come to run it
Hate the player
Not the Coach... Lil bitch
You couldn't cut it
Get to stompn thru yo yard
Beating hard
Release the cannons
Maken millies
Fuckn dimes
Wildn out
Just like Nick Cannon
Madame Houdini
Made that money disappear
Call me Houdini
I made that bitch re-appear
Madame Houdini
Made that money disappear
Call me Houdini
Made that bitch re-appear
Madame Houdini
Made that money disappear
I got it all in the bag
I got it all in the bag
I got it all in the bag
I'll turn it upside down if I have to
I need my money hoe
Nothing move but the money
Nothing move but the money
Nothing move but the money
Nothing move but the money
Nothing move but the money
I got it all in the bag
I got it all in the bag
I'll turn it upside down if I have to
I need my money hoe
I got it all in the bag
I got it all in the bag
I got it all in the bag
I'll turn it upside down if I have to
I need my money hoe
Heard that it was popn
Took a trip down by the water
On my Libra shit
Fish scaling wit my daughters
Catch me ducked off n the casino
Way in the back
Nigga Damn there lost 30
Like Fuck it
Still shootn craps
Money off the table
IRS be lookn at us
We make so much money
IRS be lookn at us
I'm on fire like Weezy n Turk
Bitch think about it
You ain't really got mo money than me
Think about it
I'm scuba diving thru the clouds
Reversing the whole plan
I'm a fool wit da money
Reversing the whole scam
Goin ham on hater
No mercy for grown men
You gone sit at the table
Bets know the rules
We all in
Ol skool on my hip
Participating the action
Got my tool on my hip
Anticipating yo actions
You gone steal from the Pharo
Just know we coming
Hauling Taking
Ass, fast, cash, grass
Taking Alllll that we came fa
Rake it up
Then take it up
Right there to the room bruh
Don't b foolish
Got my guards
Posted like platoons bruh
Bag handlers while I'm at the table
Run it
Goin hard
Panhandlers
Made em fold they hands up
Talk to God
Fuck is wrong wit da game
Wat them lames steady askn
Nutn wrong wit da game
Lil Bitch
You know what's happening
Michael Carllione
Bitch I'm back to run the table bruh
I flipped my cards
And broke his hearts
You queens can't beat da King bruh
I got it all in the bag
I got it all in the bag
I got it all in the bag
I'll turn it upside down if I have to
I need my money hoe
Lucky
Made it thru Biloxi
Red dogs barkn
Cross that line
Louisiana
Light it up
I'm sparkn
Know I've always been heated nigga
God gave me that flame
No I've never been defeated nigga
So watch me do my thang
Got that bag
In the bag
Tucked right beside my half
If they pull me
They gone do me
Truly
Really do my ass
Dipped em like I did n Memphis
Seat back
Cut the lights offf
Knocked em off
Then dropped em off
Consider that a write-off
Hit the gas on the Chevy
Make the dogs do they thang
Coach Rokk
I'm n the building baby
Watch me do my thang
Feel up in da spot
And made it hot
We cranked the temperature
Strippers goin hard
Oh my God
Feel like lucifer
To hell wit dat talkn baby
I just need you dropn baby
I just killed em at the table
Check my Gram this is no fable
Jed Clampett
Done stepped out the manchen
Yea I come to run it
Hate the player
Not the Coach... Lil bitch
You couldn't cut it
Get to stompn thru yo yard
Beating hard
Release the cannons
Maken millies
Fuckn dimes
Wildn out
Just like Nick Cannon
Madame Houdini
Made that money disappear
Call me Houdini
I made that bitch re-appear
Madame Houdini
Made that money disappear
Call me Houdini
Made that bitch re-appear
Madame Houdini
Made that money disappear
I got it all in the bag
I got it all in the bag
I got it all in the bag
I'll turn it upside down if I have to
I need my money hoe
Nothing move but the money
Nothing move but the money
Nothing move but the money
Nothing move but the money
Nothing move but the money
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Writer(s): Edgar Williams
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