MoneyBagg

I was sauced up from the walk up
And brought the money bag in
Two hundred and twenty two grams had to go do some time now back on they ass out the pin

Got my Rolex a twin, my bitch got a friend with friend now I'm fucking the other one
They talking bout round two, and I brought a few Percocet so I popped me another one

Then give her the other one
Trying to double it up like a stutter does
Trying to run this shit up like balenci Got them diamonds from Elliot no missy

Got them bags and Steve Nash through the city
On the rack getting cash through lieutenants
Got them numbers on gas like I'm Vinny
Better know it's a bag if I'm in it
Yea, yea

I upgraded my image
It was ten round my neck now it's fifty DGM label it's independent
Now hoes fuck out the gate for attention

Adding scale to the water no fishing holding weight like a suspension
Take a way to the bank from addition Take a vacation to place newer business

I've been having my way through the city
Since Mr. Shake cut you on Wednesday
When you go from O the next thing is P
Remember trap out momma Dee's

Sorry momma got caught in a lot things
I had a lot needs
I had a lot dreams
Now they calling me I got a lot of these



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Writer(s): Brendon Smith
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