Gotta Bag?

Yeah, oh
Oh, oh
Damn, oh

That's how you feel 'cause you got a bag?
Oh, that's how you feel 'cause you got a bag?
Better know your role before you try to act
Subtract the fakes, watch the money add
That's how you feel 'cause you got a bag?
That's how you feel 'cause you got a bag?
Nigga, feed the fam before you try to brag
When it come quick, it goes twice as fast

PSA, I don't fuck with fake niggas (PSA!)
Talk behind ya back but never say the same thing with ya
The grapevine can keep speaking (yeah)
They promote the fruits of my labor (yeah)
The life you claiming, I walk it (I do)
God keeps giving me favor
Take nothing for granted or you just might lose it later
Cut off fake friends and leeches got connected to more paper

It sucks when you're coming up fam switching up
Niggas acting tough living outta pocket ain't stacking bucks
If money ain't the topic then what's to discuss?
Actions say more than any word
Won't sell out for any amount, make my own worth
If the truth hurts, bitch don't talk to me
One sentence might leave you deceased
Don't speak if you can't keep it G
Ain't trill enough to hit my weed

That's how you feel 'cause you got a bag?
Oh, that's how you feel 'cause you got a bag?
Better know your role before you try to act
Subtract the fakes, watch the money add
That's how you feel 'cause you got a bag?
That's how you feel 'cause you got a bag?
Nigga, feed the fam before you try to brag
When it come quick, it goes twice as fast

G.O.D over everything 'til I'm gone
But that don't mean I'ma sit back and let niggas treat me like hoes
I made them flips now I set them splits
They ain't pimpin' shit, get my own percent
100 what I give
Get it all back being trill
Rather pop up from the underground of the ville than to pop pills

No subliminals, it ain't point blank
From the source, heard it right here
Niggas touch a little paper then they
Think their real life just disappears
Nigga please
How the fuck you call me fake calling other niggas talking about me?
That's weak

They pay attention when we make an entrance, that's overdue
Don't try to catch up with me when you see us ahead busy making moves
To them fuck niggas chunk the deuce
Don't say "Wassup" just leave the room
They fee fo fi fum still can't measure up to my altitude
What the fuck you mean?

That's how you feel 'cause you got a bag?
Oh, that's how you feel 'cause you got a bag?
Better know your role before you try to act
Subtract the fakes, watch the money add
That's how you feel 'cause you got a bag?
That's how you feel 'cause you got a bag?
Nigga, feed the fam before you try to brag
When it come quick, it goes twice as fast (gone!)



Credits
Writer(s): Twyman Edward Coley Jr.
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