In My Bag

I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
All these bitches mad
When I pull up in da' jag
Roll, roll it, then we light it up
Pour it, pour it, 'bout to fuck it up
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag

What am I? lit
All these bitches talkin' shit
When I pull up with the clique
Skrrt, skrrt, then I dip
I been surfing on a wave, yeah
All these bitches in my way, yeah
Killin' it, grave
Wipe that look up off your face (brrah)
Yippy kay on rodeo
Spent all my money, I'm paid though
Flexin' all up on you hoes
Stackin' pesos in Mexico
I be drippin' sauce on you
Steady, steady, makin' moves
Stackin' checks up with the crew
Now what the fuck you gon' do?

I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
All these bitches mad
When I pull up in da' jag
Roll it, roll it, then we light it up
Pour it, pour it, 'bout to fuck it up
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag

I just be up on a plane
Sipping' drippin' lookin' clean (yeah, yeah)
You just up on a train
Wishing that you could be me (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, my pockets swole
Yeah, yeah, yeah, they full of gold
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the holy ghost
You only need Jesus for you to level up
Pull up in that coupe
You in that Mini Cooper
Oh, no you in the Uber (what)
But you ain't got dough to do it
Steady, steady, making moves
Stacking checks up with the crew
Now what the fuck you gon' do?

I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
All these bitches mad
When I pull up in da' jag
Roll it, roll it, then we light it up
Pour it, pour it, 'bout to fuck it up
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag



Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Abernathy, Mayila Jones, Taylor Banks, Joel Banks, Ryan Sewon Jhun, Homer Dwight Smith
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