Bag Boy
It's certainly cloudy up here
I aint ever been a sad boy, I always been a bag boy
I wake up errr mornin and its hustle hustle hustle
If I got it, you ont' ask for it
Grab it out the cash drawer
This is how we function, get it bussin bussin bussin
See me in the spot they like, take me up to extra heights
Im like, sacrifice or pay the price
All that limelight you get, It must be nice
Gotta know the truth from the lies, gotta know who's in disguise
Stack that paper too the sky
Then run it back and do it every single day of ya life
Lemonade stand at 5, threw a carnival by 9
A fresh glass of this, only gone cost you a dime
Since I wont switch sides, Its gone cost me my life
But I until then, Im livin Lavish
Golf balls in the ocean, bettin horses from the paddock
Anywhere on the dance floor Im Mr. Automatic
Bouvér went super epic, charged up no electric
Too busy gettin money, your apology is not accepted
Come into my life and try and block my blessings
Im too abundant, praise to the holy sprit, my cup over runneth
Didn't get like this by judgement, didn't get like this by rushin'
Good weed, bad bitches, dog you gotta love it
Ive had a whole lot flavors, shit at least a dozen
Ive blown a whole lot of paper, shit at least 100
Makin plays outta town, while the lease is runnin'
But my fam hold it down, we all some juggernauts
Who steady drop, who steady rock shows, and get guap
Smoke o's out ziploc, rock clothes that drip drop
Tell hoes to chop chop, talked about in barbershops
Island hop to different spots, let me reach into my pot
I aint ever been a sad boy, I always been a bag boy
I wake up errr mornin and its hustle hustle hustle
If I got it, you ont' ask for it
Grab it out the cash drawer
This is how we function, get it bussin bussin bussin
See me in the spot they like, take me up to extra heights
Im like, sacrifice or pay the price
All that limelight you get, It must be nice
Gotta know the truth from the lies I tell ya, gotta know who's in disguise
Stack that paper too the sky, to the motherfuckin sky
Then run it back and do it every single day of ya life, Cash
Stack that, spend that, bring it on back, boy you been that
I aint ever been a sad boy, I always been a bag boy
I wake up errr mornin and its hustle hustle hustle
If I got it, you ont' ask for it
Grab it out the cash drawer
This is how we function, get it bussin bussin bussin
See me in the spot they like, take me up to extra heights
Im like, sacrifice or pay the price
All that limelight you get, It must be nice
Gotta know the truth from the lies, gotta know who's in disguise
Stack that paper too the sky
Then run it back and do it every single day of ya life
Lemonade stand at 5, threw a carnival by 9
A fresh glass of this, only gone cost you a dime
Since I wont switch sides, Its gone cost me my life
But I until then, Im livin Lavish
Golf balls in the ocean, bettin horses from the paddock
Anywhere on the dance floor Im Mr. Automatic
Bouvér went super epic, charged up no electric
Too busy gettin money, your apology is not accepted
Come into my life and try and block my blessings
Im too abundant, praise to the holy sprit, my cup over runneth
Didn't get like this by judgement, didn't get like this by rushin'
Good weed, bad bitches, dog you gotta love it
Ive had a whole lot flavors, shit at least a dozen
Ive blown a whole lot of paper, shit at least 100
Makin plays outta town, while the lease is runnin'
But my fam hold it down, we all some juggernauts
Who steady drop, who steady rock shows, and get guap
Smoke o's out ziploc, rock clothes that drip drop
Tell hoes to chop chop, talked about in barbershops
Island hop to different spots, let me reach into my pot
I aint ever been a sad boy, I always been a bag boy
I wake up errr mornin and its hustle hustle hustle
If I got it, you ont' ask for it
Grab it out the cash drawer
This is how we function, get it bussin bussin bussin
See me in the spot they like, take me up to extra heights
Im like, sacrifice or pay the price
All that limelight you get, It must be nice
Gotta know the truth from the lies I tell ya, gotta know who's in disguise
Stack that paper too the sky, to the motherfuckin sky
Then run it back and do it every single day of ya life, Cash
Stack that, spend that, bring it on back, boy you been that
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Writer(s): William Wallace
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