Bag
Bag it up baby gone do what ya do
You a boss bitch baby they ain't fuckn with you
Bag it up baby gone do what you do
You a boss bitch baby they ain't fuckn with you
The money gone come & the money gone go
It's bout ends not friends shawty let them hoes know
The money gone come & the money gone go
It's bout ends not friends shawty let them hoes know
You a boss bitch baby gone do what ya do
You gone make some'n shake that's why I'm fuckn with you
You in a league of ya own ya whole team strong
You ain't hurting for shit you'll put a nigga on
Big mad big bag got another bitch mad
Switch different cars her yard look like six flags
If yeen got no money she ain't fuckn with you
Broke niggas don't impress her she stuck up with you
Don't give a fck about no sign if it ain't on top a dolla
I like to hit her from the back pull her hair make her holla
With that nasty shit she like to spit on the dick
You'll think she know magic do a trick on the dick
Nice frame nice ass she get it from her mama
She grind in the winter for a hot girl summer
She like to get drunk & yell period boo
If it ain't bout the check she ain't fuckn with you
Bag it up baby gone do what ya do
You a boss bitch baby they ain't fuckn with you
Bag it up baby gone do what ya do
You a boss bitch baby they ain't fuckn with you
The money gone come & the money gone go
It's bout ends not friends let them hoes know
The money gone come & the money gone go
It bout ends not friends let them hoes know
You a boss bitch baby they ain't fuckn with you
Bag it up baby gone do what you do
You a boss bitch baby they ain't fuckn with you
The money gone come & the money gone go
It's bout ends not friends shawty let them hoes know
The money gone come & the money gone go
It's bout ends not friends shawty let them hoes know
You a boss bitch baby gone do what ya do
You gone make some'n shake that's why I'm fuckn with you
You in a league of ya own ya whole team strong
You ain't hurting for shit you'll put a nigga on
Big mad big bag got another bitch mad
Switch different cars her yard look like six flags
If yeen got no money she ain't fuckn with you
Broke niggas don't impress her she stuck up with you
Don't give a fck about no sign if it ain't on top a dolla
I like to hit her from the back pull her hair make her holla
With that nasty shit she like to spit on the dick
You'll think she know magic do a trick on the dick
Nice frame nice ass she get it from her mama
She grind in the winter for a hot girl summer
She like to get drunk & yell period boo
If it ain't bout the check she ain't fuckn with you
Bag it up baby gone do what ya do
You a boss bitch baby they ain't fuckn with you
Bag it up baby gone do what ya do
You a boss bitch baby they ain't fuckn with you
The money gone come & the money gone go
It's bout ends not friends let them hoes know
The money gone come & the money gone go
It bout ends not friends let them hoes know
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Writer(s): Zemariel Lovett
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