Money Bags

Niggas go get some money man stay the fuck out my dms

Money bags
Money bags
Money bags
Money bags
I just pulled up in a jag
Bad bitch and she poppin tags
And this coupe I'm in all black
Leanin while I do my dance
Got them percys and the xanz
Spinning with my gun in hand

Money bags
Money bags
Money bags
Money bags
I just pulled up in a jag
Bad bitch and she poppin tags
And this coupe I'm in all black
Leanin while I do my dance
Got them percys and the xanz
Spinning with my gun in hand

You know what it is I'm coming for certain
Yeah we got the opps running in circles
Yeah say the wrong thing then you get murdered
Yeah Got my head wrapped like a turban
Fuck a suburban
You know we lurking
Always purging
Left at the lights don't be nervous
Diamonds bright
Hittin on purpose
When you see us always reversing
Do da dash off the scene
Spent 2k a month on lean
Move the wock in between
I got my drip lookin clean
And Amiri on my jeans
Ruger nine it has a beam
Aim that shit right at your spleen
Spinnin this is not a dream
And my bitch lookin mean
Fuck her good and she's screams
This is Prada not supreme
And I'm steppin in the streets
Talkin money we can meet
Ya I know I killed the beat
For a feature thats a fee

Money bags
Money bags
Money bags
Money bags
I just pulled up in a jag
Bad bitch and she poppin tags
And this coupe I'm in all black
Leanin while I do my dance
Got them percys and the xanz
Spinning with my gun in hand

Money bags
Money bags
Money bags
Money bags
I just pulled up in a jag
Bad bitch and she poppin tags
And this coupe I'm in all black
Leanin while I do my dance
Got them percys and the xanz
Spinning with my gun in hand

Spinnin wit my gun in hand
Spinnin wit that gun in hand



Credits
Writer(s): Steppa Steppa
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