Big Bag! (feat. J-M$NEY)
Big bag gotta lotta stacks lotta stacks
Big bag gotta lotta racks lotta racks
Big bag gotta lotta packs lotta packs
Boy you hating we do none of that none of that
Big bag gotta lotta stacks lotta stacks
Big bag gotta lotta racks lotta racks
Big bag gotta lotta packs lotta packs
Boy you hating we do none of that none of that
Gotta lotta bags in the back back
Trynna stay on track ohh damn she bad
I can never lack
I can never slack
Please don't bring it back to were I be sad
Whippin' it up in the kitchen I'm gon get my sauce
Take a second and listen while I say my thoughts
Imma go for my vision I'm gon be a boss
I be ballin' like the Pistons I don't take a loss
Imma whip it up ain't nobody could play me
Im just chillin' with my bro's and you know we got plenty
I don't wanna hear no hate if you know that you empty
If you try me get kicked back like a semi
I know you hatin' you cannot see me cause I know you fakin'
Lets see who they takin put my songs in the oven they bakin'
Lets see who's rotten
Launch like a rocket
Money out your pocket
Big bag gotta lotta stacks lotta stacks
Big bag gotta lotta racks lotta racks
Big bag gotta lotta packs lotta packs
Boy you hating we do none of that none of that
Big bag gotta lotta stacks lotta stacks
Big bag gotta lotta racks lotta racks
Big bag gotta lotta packs lotta packs
Boy you hating we do none of that none of that
We do none of that none of that none of that
We got stacks we got racks yeah we flippin' packs
We got big bags I can't mess with no rats
I can't trust snakes and these niggas know that
I stay by my lonely
She do tricks like Tony
Free my dog young stony
All these niggas phony
Yeah they call me broke cheese like macaroni
Yeah they call me fake I'm the one and only
I gotta get to the bag
I'm on top like an addict
Came up from the rags
Big bang shine like Patek
Snakes up in my Raffs
Pull up with the gang that's tragic
You said you want smoke they don't want no static
They all say they love me I say why you cappin'
I was going broke I lowkey started trappin'
I had to find a way so I just started rappin'
I had to find my purpose I cannot be slackin'
Big bag gotta lotta stacks lotta stacks
Big bag gotta lotta racks lotta racks
Big bag gotta lotta packs lotta packs
Boy you hating we do none of that none of that
Big bag gotta lotta stacks lotta stacks
Big bag gotta lotta racks lotta racks
Big bag gotta lotta packs lotta packs
Boy you hating we do none of that none of that
Big bag gotta lotta racks lotta racks
Big bag gotta lotta packs lotta packs
Boy you hating we do none of that none of that
Big bag gotta lotta stacks lotta stacks
Big bag gotta lotta racks lotta racks
Big bag gotta lotta packs lotta packs
Boy you hating we do none of that none of that
Gotta lotta bags in the back back
Trynna stay on track ohh damn she bad
I can never lack
I can never slack
Please don't bring it back to were I be sad
Whippin' it up in the kitchen I'm gon get my sauce
Take a second and listen while I say my thoughts
Imma go for my vision I'm gon be a boss
I be ballin' like the Pistons I don't take a loss
Imma whip it up ain't nobody could play me
Im just chillin' with my bro's and you know we got plenty
I don't wanna hear no hate if you know that you empty
If you try me get kicked back like a semi
I know you hatin' you cannot see me cause I know you fakin'
Lets see who they takin put my songs in the oven they bakin'
Lets see who's rotten
Launch like a rocket
Money out your pocket
Big bag gotta lotta stacks lotta stacks
Big bag gotta lotta racks lotta racks
Big bag gotta lotta packs lotta packs
Boy you hating we do none of that none of that
Big bag gotta lotta stacks lotta stacks
Big bag gotta lotta racks lotta racks
Big bag gotta lotta packs lotta packs
Boy you hating we do none of that none of that
We do none of that none of that none of that
We got stacks we got racks yeah we flippin' packs
We got big bags I can't mess with no rats
I can't trust snakes and these niggas know that
I stay by my lonely
She do tricks like Tony
Free my dog young stony
All these niggas phony
Yeah they call me broke cheese like macaroni
Yeah they call me fake I'm the one and only
I gotta get to the bag
I'm on top like an addict
Came up from the rags
Big bang shine like Patek
Snakes up in my Raffs
Pull up with the gang that's tragic
You said you want smoke they don't want no static
They all say they love me I say why you cappin'
I was going broke I lowkey started trappin'
I had to find a way so I just started rappin'
I had to find my purpose I cannot be slackin'
Big bag gotta lotta stacks lotta stacks
Big bag gotta lotta racks lotta racks
Big bag gotta lotta packs lotta packs
Boy you hating we do none of that none of that
Big bag gotta lotta stacks lotta stacks
Big bag gotta lotta racks lotta racks
Big bag gotta lotta packs lotta packs
Boy you hating we do none of that none of that
Credits
Writer(s): J Adlib
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