Bag - Remix

I got a bag (bag) in my car
And now I feel (feel) like a king
I got more bitches that just wanna suck my dick (suck my dick)
I want more money cause I love how it makes me feel (makes me feel)

Gucci on my toes (yeah)
Turn my friends to foes (whoa)
Always keep it close (whoa)
Turn that boy to toast (whoa)

Hop in that fast car (yeah)
Drivin' like NASCAR (yeah)
Count all the cash hard (whoa)
I need a black car (whoa)

And I remember when I used to need you
Now I count my money, baby, I don't need you
I bought lot of shoes, I'm living a dream (dream)
Everything authentic, nothing is OG

And now you look like a G
Now I can't believe you turned to a bitch, no
Now I got a bag and diamond rings
I feel like a king, now you dancing me

(And I can't trust her when she tells me that she loves me
I know what she wants, she just wanna count my money
But she's not the one, so you know I won't resolve it
You know I won't resolve it)

I got a bag (bag) in my car
And now I feel (feel) like a king
I got more bitches that just wanna suck my dick (suck my dick)
I want more money cause I love how it makes me feel (makes me feel)

Gucci on my toes (whoa)
Turn my friends to foes (whoa)
Always keep it close (whoa)
Turn that boy to toast (whoa)

Hop in that fast car (yeah)
Drivin' like NASCAR (yeah)
Count all the cash hard (whoa)
I need a black car (whoa)

Diamonds in my pinky look like water, make me seasick
Tryna find this cash, now she's sucking with a lipstick
Got more haters talking, they ain't going to the goal
Now they got me laughing with my babe going to the mall

Need another bag, bag
Demons on my back, back
Haters talking now, now
They want me to fall now
But I'm going up
Looking for the top
I deleted your phone
Bitch, don't call me now



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