Bagz of Money

Alright, y'all boiiz ready?
Alright, here we go.
Yo Everybody get down
on the fuckin ground right the fuck now I ain't fuckin playin
yo yo get the fuck down

Put the money in da fucking bag
I see the crackers coming
(put the money in)

Put the money in da fucking bag
I see the crackers coming
(fa fa)

I'm tired of waiting
I'm getting Anxious When pointin'
I want the bag to be filled in
I'm yellin' fuck all your feelings
The mask gonna hide my description
The gun gonna show you my vision

Yyoo put the money in the fucking bag Right the fuck now.

What da fuck you even talkembout
You better watch what you say with this thing in your mouth
You think I'm jokin', I ain't playin' around
I'll do it I'll fucking do it

I'm looney, no Bugs Bunny (fa)
I'll smile but nothin' funny (fa)
My stomach on hella empty
This bag must be hefty hefty (fa fa)

Put the money in da fucking bag
I see the crackers coming
(put the money in bag)

Put the money in da fucking bag
I see the crackers coming (fa fa)

keep your eyes on the front door
Locked loaded like Rambo
Drumline for the sticks hoe (dats right dats right)
keep your eyes on the front door
Locked and loaded like Rambo
Drumline for the sticks hoe

Five minutes they'll be in route
Three minutes we'll be all out
Driver knows the whole back way out
A through C has been thought out
It's Money money money money money money money money money
And that's what it's bout (ya)
It's not to hard to figure out (ya)
We figured we need this amount (ya ya ya)

We cutting we diving juking
We jumpin' like hoe conclusion (fa)
We dipping like salad dress
We fancy a high obtention (fa fa)
That's why we came armed collectin
We coming in hella reckless
We Snatchin' dem purses, necklace
Now hand me your fuckin' wallets

Put the money in da fucking bag
I see the crackers coming (ya ya)

Put the money in da fucking bag
I see the crackers coming

keep your eyes on the front door
Locked loaded like Rambo
Drum lines for the sticks hoe (dats right data right)
keep your eyes on the front door
Locked loaded like rambo
Drumline for the sticks hoe

Pedal to the metal
A nigga can not get caught (caught)
You should worry about your life and
Not what the money has bought
when I'm running out the bank
You can see the bags that I got (got)
Yo I learned it from the streets
I used all the lessons it taught

Where the fuck is the driver (where the fuck is he)
I cannot call up an Uber
I'm gonna make an empire
After I setting this bank up on fire

I don't mean to be greedy
But I need enough to retire

When I hop up in the whip
All you gonna smell are the tires

Put the money in da fucking bag
I see the crackers coming

Put the money in da fucking bag
I see the crackers coming
Ay ya