In My Bag
Bag Bag
Bag Bag
I know they mad mad
I'm in my bag bag
Coupe it go fast fast
We came from rags rags
I'm on they ass ass
My bitch bad bad
Nigga going out sad sad
Nigga going out sad
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
Alot of these niggas be cap dawg naw they ain't really yo homie
A lot of these bitches don't love naw dawg these bitches be phony
I tell you truth no lie
Tell you truth no lie
Play with the gang In you die
Swear it's like playing with fire
You played yourself you did it
I'm rich bitch fuck a critic
I know they mad I did it
That glock he fumble with it
Them shots take off his fit it
Them streets ah take you with it
We play we make ah visit
I swear we rich but we back hood
Let nigga play put ah opp in the wood
We ain't gone talk lay em down for good
Lost my dawg I ain't feel to good
Off these drugs I wish u would
Cnt explain what's understand
Everywhere we go bitch we good
Everywhere we go bitch we good
I know they mad mad
I'm in my bag bag
Coupe it go fast fast
We came from rags rags
I'm on they ass ass
My bitch bad bad
Nigga going out sad sad
Nigga going out sad
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
Bag Bag
I know they mad mad
I'm in my bag bag
Coupe it go fast fast
We came from rags rags
I'm on they ass ass
My bitch bad bad
Nigga going out sad sad
Nigga going out sad
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
Alot of these niggas be cap dawg naw they ain't really yo homie
A lot of these bitches don't love naw dawg these bitches be phony
I tell you truth no lie
Tell you truth no lie
Play with the gang In you die
Swear it's like playing with fire
You played yourself you did it
I'm rich bitch fuck a critic
I know they mad I did it
That glock he fumble with it
Them shots take off his fit it
Them streets ah take you with it
We play we make ah visit
I swear we rich but we back hood
Let nigga play put ah opp in the wood
We ain't gone talk lay em down for good
Lost my dawg I ain't feel to good
Off these drugs I wish u would
Cnt explain what's understand
Everywhere we go bitch we good
Everywhere we go bitch we good
I know they mad mad
I'm in my bag bag
Coupe it go fast fast
We came from rags rags
I'm on they ass ass
My bitch bad bad
Nigga going out sad sad
Nigga going out sad
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
Credits
Writer(s): Cash Jones
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