Dropped A Bag
Just dropped a bag on his head
Spend it for some bread
Make that shit right back
Take that shit relax
Just got a bag off of gas
You know that's a fact
I get to them racks
Make that shit right back
Old ways put to rest
Way too negative
Wanted to finesse
That shit was a mess
My life is a test
And I just want success
I got to say I'm blessed
That's why I got no stress
No more, questions
We ain't debating no more who the best is
You think you really up the score, who you testing?
And I don't want that lil whore, I want the check bitch
Go get me a necklace
Just dropped a bag on his head
Spend it for some bread
Make that shit right back
Take that shit relax
Just got a bag off of gas
You know that's a fact
I get to them racks
Make that shit right back
Hold on, hold on, niggas acting funny
Hold on, hold on, thought you was my homie
Hold on, hold on, nigga why you fronting
Hold on hoe, it's a whole lotta money, yeah
Wow, she like when I take off my shirt
She like when I get to the work
I just unlocked a new perk
Got it right outta the mud, the mu, pulled it right outta the dirt
Can't even give her a hug, a hug, do that really make me a jerk?
Dropped a bag on his head
Spend it for some bread
Make that shit right back
Take that shit relax
Just got a bag off of gas
You know that's a fact
I get to them racks
Make that shit right back
Dropped a bag on his head
Spend it for some bread
Make that shit right back
Take that shit relax
Just got a bag off of gas
You know that's a fact
I get to them racks
Make that shit right back
Spend it for some bread
Make that shit right back
Take that shit relax
Just got a bag off of gas
You know that's a fact
I get to them racks
Make that shit right back
Old ways put to rest
Way too negative
Wanted to finesse
That shit was a mess
My life is a test
And I just want success
I got to say I'm blessed
That's why I got no stress
No more, questions
We ain't debating no more who the best is
You think you really up the score, who you testing?
And I don't want that lil whore, I want the check bitch
Go get me a necklace
Just dropped a bag on his head
Spend it for some bread
Make that shit right back
Take that shit relax
Just got a bag off of gas
You know that's a fact
I get to them racks
Make that shit right back
Hold on, hold on, niggas acting funny
Hold on, hold on, thought you was my homie
Hold on, hold on, nigga why you fronting
Hold on hoe, it's a whole lotta money, yeah
Wow, she like when I take off my shirt
She like when I get to the work
I just unlocked a new perk
Got it right outta the mud, the mu, pulled it right outta the dirt
Can't even give her a hug, a hug, do that really make me a jerk?
Dropped a bag on his head
Spend it for some bread
Make that shit right back
Take that shit relax
Just got a bag off of gas
You know that's a fact
I get to them racks
Make that shit right back
Dropped a bag on his head
Spend it for some bread
Make that shit right back
Take that shit relax
Just got a bag off of gas
You know that's a fact
I get to them racks
Make that shit right back
Credits
Writer(s): Kolton Tyler
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