BAG IT UP

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Nigga better turn me up)
(Nigga better turn me up)
(Nigga better turn me, yeah)
(Oh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dun dun dun dun, aye that bitch hard
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Let's get it)

Rocking this- Rocking this-
Rocking this Double-RS like an all-star
Choppa blow like a trumpet no armstrong
And we be jumping his ass like a false start
Swear to god you niggas is not hard
Need me a bitch that can fuck like a pornstar
Red dot, it glow like the North Star
Whip the Honda I don't need me a sports car
Bad bitch keep it tight like a sports bra, damn
Lotta niggas caught a stray because y'all is pussy
(Meow)
Shit what can I say?
Make a thousand everyday I shoot at his feet
Make him dance like it's ballet
Turn this bitch into a sauna put that on my momma
'Cause I'm feeling hot today
Nigga you really a bitch
Like empty Febreze you niggas is not gon' spray
Hm, Damn, Shit, what can I say?
Don't give a fuck 'cause I'm bout to get paid
Making five-hundred K every twelve hours
Multiply by two that's a milli a day (Let's go!)
Nigga who are you? Please get out my face
Like a landlord I put him in his place
Shooting like a movie ain't no Michael Bay
But I'm 'bout that action
Niggas always capping 'till we get to blasting
Hit up all my niggas sliding Michael Jackson
Always keep a Clank when this shit get Ratchet
Ratchet lil' bitch beating up her backend
Like a make a wish my niggas make it happen
She gon' make my dick disappear like magic
Like Comethazine we got a Murder Passion
At the end of the show she gon' get to clapping, oh my
Like a track meet finna aim for the sky
Floating on the beat like I'm Marty McFly
One wrong move and that nigga gon' die
Turn em' to a bitch we make em' switch sides
Looking at my dawg he got tears in his eyes
Walked in the court with no alibi
Blasian fine as hell where you been all my life?
Baby hop in the demon let's go for a ride

My pockets fat like Paul Blart
Got a extended clip take it apart
You is a lame nigga smoking carts
You is a lame nigga with no bars
Cause I got a beam don't hide in the dark (Ha)
Sipping on lean with some Pop-Tarts
Pockets so fat I am Paul Blart
Real nigga where yo check? (Ha)
Pop me a bean now I'm static
Tripping on lean got me feeling like an addict (Ha)
She want dick she can have it
Hitting that bitch 'till it's half past seven
Real turn't nigga turn ten to eleven
Real young nigga since ten I been stepping
Pull up on a nigga real Smith and a Wesson
Bad lil' bitch and she like how I'm dressing
She call me daddy (No, no)
Not yo D-A-D (D-A-D!) I keep racks (racks!)
Like a real young nigga (Let's Go!, Go!, Go!, Go!, Go!)
This is titty on my knee
I laced it up, on my Nike shoes and ran up a check
Keep that shit tucked
Like if a pussy nigga tryna run up

(Hm, Damn, Shit, what can I say?)
(Don't give a fuck 'cause I'm bout to get paid)
(Making five-hundred K every twelve hours)
(Multiply by two that's a milli a day)
(Nigga who are you? Please get out my face)
(Like a landlord I put him in his place)
(Shooting like a movie ain't no Michael Bay)
(But I'm 'bout that action)