Got a Bag
I just got a bag, I just got a bag
I just got a bag, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just got a bag, yeah
I just got a bag, I just got a bag
Bae, let's pop some tags, bae, let's pop some tags
With that Prada bag, yeah, I bought a bag
Let's go hit the fucking mall, spend up all this cash
All that jewelry on your neck, boy, that shit not gon' last
All that aggression in them texts, that shit gon' get you capped
I try to tell them keep it real, but they don't hear my plan
I'm one of the realest, yeah, I'm one of the realest
I come from the jungle, I come with gorillas
And my boys nothing but some killers
Nothing but some drug dealers
Yeah, they some pill poppers
They could be geeked off of the syrup, but they gon' still pop you
I can not stand none of the hate, it's better than fake love
They just be calling me tryna get something, they better pay up
Shout out the real ones, yeah, they my boys and they never gave up
You hitting your mans up before your girl and that is some gay stuff
You make a mistake, I'ma always forgive that
You get a bag if you keep it real, you keep it intact
I just got a bag, I just got a bag
Bae, let's pop some tags, bae, let's pop some tags
With that Prada bag, yeah, I bought a bag
Let's go hit the fucking mall, spend up all this cash (Let's spend up all this cash)
All that jewelry on your neck, boy, that shit not gon' last (Boy, that shit not gon' last)
All that aggression in them texts, that shit gon' get you capped (That shit gon' get you capped)
I try to tell them keep it real, but they don't hear my plan (But they don't hear my plan)
(They don't, they don't hear my plan)
They don't hear my fucking plan, no
Get your boy kidnapped for ransom
I got your main bitch sitting on my lap now
I hit the stage and I attract them
You hit the stage, you gon' subtract, damn
I'm looking 'round like where your fans at?
You fuck around, get turnt to a hashtag
I got your bitch, she doing handstands
She make that ass clap, no, I ain't mad at that
We got grenades on deck, we finna make a splash, yeah
I just got a bag, I just got a bag
Bae, let's pop some tags, bae, let's pop some tags
With that Prada bag, yeah, I bought a bag
Let's go hit the fucking mall, spend up all this cash
All that jewelry on your neck, boy, that shit not gon' last
All that aggression in them texts, that shit gon' get you capped
I try to tell them keep it real, but they don't hear my plan
I just got a bag, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just got a bag, yeah
I just got a bag, I just got a bag
Bae, let's pop some tags, bae, let's pop some tags
With that Prada bag, yeah, I bought a bag
Let's go hit the fucking mall, spend up all this cash
All that jewelry on your neck, boy, that shit not gon' last
All that aggression in them texts, that shit gon' get you capped
I try to tell them keep it real, but they don't hear my plan
I'm one of the realest, yeah, I'm one of the realest
I come from the jungle, I come with gorillas
And my boys nothing but some killers
Nothing but some drug dealers
Yeah, they some pill poppers
They could be geeked off of the syrup, but they gon' still pop you
I can not stand none of the hate, it's better than fake love
They just be calling me tryna get something, they better pay up
Shout out the real ones, yeah, they my boys and they never gave up
You hitting your mans up before your girl and that is some gay stuff
You make a mistake, I'ma always forgive that
You get a bag if you keep it real, you keep it intact
I just got a bag, I just got a bag
Bae, let's pop some tags, bae, let's pop some tags
With that Prada bag, yeah, I bought a bag
Let's go hit the fucking mall, spend up all this cash (Let's spend up all this cash)
All that jewelry on your neck, boy, that shit not gon' last (Boy, that shit not gon' last)
All that aggression in them texts, that shit gon' get you capped (That shit gon' get you capped)
I try to tell them keep it real, but they don't hear my plan (But they don't hear my plan)
(They don't, they don't hear my plan)
They don't hear my fucking plan, no
Get your boy kidnapped for ransom
I got your main bitch sitting on my lap now
I hit the stage and I attract them
You hit the stage, you gon' subtract, damn
I'm looking 'round like where your fans at?
You fuck around, get turnt to a hashtag
I got your bitch, she doing handstands
She make that ass clap, no, I ain't mad at that
We got grenades on deck, we finna make a splash, yeah
I just got a bag, I just got a bag
Bae, let's pop some tags, bae, let's pop some tags
With that Prada bag, yeah, I bought a bag
Let's go hit the fucking mall, spend up all this cash
All that jewelry on your neck, boy, that shit not gon' last
All that aggression in them texts, that shit gon' get you capped
I try to tell them keep it real, but they don't hear my plan
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Writer(s): Sean Reilly
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