four bags
Yeah
Yeah
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Yeah
Jack attack
I don't really care 'bout anything y'all got to say 'cause I been goin' up
They like, "Look at this kid, he is so sick, just look how they throwin' up"
Know it's us, yeah lil bitch you know it's us, aye
Roll with us, baby, you should roll with us, aye
One bag, two bag, three bag, four
I might go and cop a Rolls
Then might go and cop the store
I'm living carefree, I know
One bag, two bag, three bag, four
Might go and cop a Rolls
Might go and cop the store
Living carefree, I know
When I step in
Yk who it is, no Osiris, uh, yeah, what
Pull up with a fine bitch, aye, yeah, what
You know she the finest, wearin' designer, but I don't know who designed it
I don't even know where you find it
I'm getting paid, fine bitches I'm getting laid
Made like a hunnid today, what can I say
Ándale, I got racks on the way
Got some things to contemplate
'Bouta blow up like bombs away
Can't deal with your bullshit, not today
Got me dead bro, I copped a wraith
Just us, hotel
We kiss, no tell
Then we say farewell
I'm so sick, they like get well
I got big racks
Bad bitch, I hit that, uh
Ate her like Big Mac
You and me, big gap
Aye aye
One bag, two bag, three bag, four
I might go and cop a Rolls
Then might go and cop the store
I'm living carefree, I know
One bag, two bag, three bag, four
Might go and cop a Rolls
Might go and cop the store
Living carefree, I know
Living carefree, I know
Living carefree, I know
Yeah
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Yeah
Jack attack
I don't really care 'bout anything y'all got to say 'cause I been goin' up
They like, "Look at this kid, he is so sick, just look how they throwin' up"
Know it's us, yeah lil bitch you know it's us, aye
Roll with us, baby, you should roll with us, aye
One bag, two bag, three bag, four
I might go and cop a Rolls
Then might go and cop the store
I'm living carefree, I know
One bag, two bag, three bag, four
Might go and cop a Rolls
Might go and cop the store
Living carefree, I know
When I step in
Yk who it is, no Osiris, uh, yeah, what
Pull up with a fine bitch, aye, yeah, what
You know she the finest, wearin' designer, but I don't know who designed it
I don't even know where you find it
I'm getting paid, fine bitches I'm getting laid
Made like a hunnid today, what can I say
Ándale, I got racks on the way
Got some things to contemplate
'Bouta blow up like bombs away
Can't deal with your bullshit, not today
Got me dead bro, I copped a wraith
Just us, hotel
We kiss, no tell
Then we say farewell
I'm so sick, they like get well
I got big racks
Bad bitch, I hit that, uh
Ate her like Big Mac
You and me, big gap
Aye aye
One bag, two bag, three bag, four
I might go and cop a Rolls
Then might go and cop the store
I'm living carefree, I know
One bag, two bag, three bag, four
Might go and cop a Rolls
Might go and cop the store
Living carefree, I know
Living carefree, I know
Living carefree, I know
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Writer(s): James Cone
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