Gettin To The Bag

I know I'm fine
I could make you mine
But just don't get too attached
Cus baby I ain't got the time
Got a chain to match my toes
Travel 'cross the globe
Ask me how I get it
I swear ya'll will never know
I been gettin' to the paper
Gettin to the bag
Gettin to the bag, bag, bag
I been gettin' to the paper
Gettin to the bag
Gettin to the bag, bag, bag baby

Making shit look easy
Spending money freely
Shopping sprees at Neiman's
A bitch could never be me
And I'm cruising through the city
In a Lamborghini
Speeding, swerving (oh)
I gotta make it to my show
Fendi and Prada
I stay spending these commas
Keep myself in designer
My presence an honor
All my friends is all models
So bring out the bottles
Bring out the 42 the Casamigos
Bring out some bands and hundreds all singles

I know I'm fine
I could make you mine
But just don't get too attached
Cus baby I ain't got the time
Got a chain to match my toes
Travel 'cross the globe
Ask me how I get it
I swear ya'll will never know
I been gettin' to the paper
Gettin to the bag
Gettin to the bag, bag, bag
I been gettin' to the paper
Gettin to the bag
Gettin to the bag, bag, bag baby

Some people might say I'm crazy
On my way to the top can't phase me
Boy you trippin I am not your baby
When you see me I am not your lady
Bad bitch can't be with a lame
All these niggas stay sounding the same
VVS diamonds all over my chain
When you see me better look away
away, away, away, away

I know I'm fine
I could make you mine
But just don't get too attached
Cus baby I ain't got the time
Got a chain to match my toes
Travel 'cross the globe
Ask me how I get it
I swear ya'll will never know
I been gettin' to the paper
Gettin to the bag
Gettin to the bag, bag, bag
I been gettin' to the paper
Gettin to the bag
Gettin to the bag, bag, bag baby



Credits
Writer(s): Tatiana Brown
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