I GOT THE BAG
Awh She liked my fucking post
Haha Look look
She likes my shit twice
Aye
Look
Ice on me
It look nice on me
She wanna see it shine with the lights on
Yeah it's gon shine on me
Perfect time homie
That Nigga walked in with his bitch, gone
I know they love my persona
Never been into the crowds not a public Nigga
Your girl keep on blowing my phone up
Said she'll do anything for a real nigga
Well I got some figures
But I never figured
I really need to think twice when my times up
Never needed advise from your kind bruh
Iant wasting my like
Just to bring you a slice
Better grind like I grind, make your mind up
Los my brother and Rambo my slime bruh
Couple doing they time
Free P out the pine
And my Nigga Montey til they time up
I got that bag
And no one can fuck with that
Aye aye
She run it back
I know that these opps be mad
Aye aye
I got this cash babe
And you ain't even have to ask
Aye aye
Smoke out the sack
Just cause I got it like that
Aye aye
I got that bag
And no one can fuck with that
Aye aye
She run it back
I know that these opps be mad
Aye aye
I got this cash babe
And you ain't even have to ask
Aye aye
Smoke out the sack
Just cause I got it like that
Aye aye
Smoke out the sack
I get it back
Run the trap up, give it heart attacks
Ain't giving out daps
Where they do that
Stepping to me better dial it back
Nigga only gon reach
So I gotta teach
24 I'll shoot the fade away
And all of y'all bitches
Forgot to mention
Can't get a dollar so get away
I'm just reaching my prime each and everyday
So unique with a style most can't orchestrate
When I spit different lines it's be major
Speaking on haters planning to drop a fade
I know you be reaching just for a plate
Cannot be leaching coming from this way
I know a lot of you niggas sell soul
I got the bag
And no one can fuck with that
Aye aye
She run it back
I know that these opps be mad
Aye aye
I got this cash babe
And you ain't even have to ask
Aye aye
Smoke out the sack
Just cause I got it like that
Aye aye
I got that bag
And no one can fuck with that
Aye aye
She run it back
I know that these opps be mad
Aye aye
I got this cash babe
And you ain't even have to ask
Aye aye
Smoke out the sack
Just cause I got it like that
Aye aye
Haha Look look
She likes my shit twice
Aye
Look
Ice on me
It look nice on me
She wanna see it shine with the lights on
Yeah it's gon shine on me
Perfect time homie
That Nigga walked in with his bitch, gone
I know they love my persona
Never been into the crowds not a public Nigga
Your girl keep on blowing my phone up
Said she'll do anything for a real nigga
Well I got some figures
But I never figured
I really need to think twice when my times up
Never needed advise from your kind bruh
Iant wasting my like
Just to bring you a slice
Better grind like I grind, make your mind up
Los my brother and Rambo my slime bruh
Couple doing they time
Free P out the pine
And my Nigga Montey til they time up
I got that bag
And no one can fuck with that
Aye aye
She run it back
I know that these opps be mad
Aye aye
I got this cash babe
And you ain't even have to ask
Aye aye
Smoke out the sack
Just cause I got it like that
Aye aye
I got that bag
And no one can fuck with that
Aye aye
She run it back
I know that these opps be mad
Aye aye
I got this cash babe
And you ain't even have to ask
Aye aye
Smoke out the sack
Just cause I got it like that
Aye aye
Smoke out the sack
I get it back
Run the trap up, give it heart attacks
Ain't giving out daps
Where they do that
Stepping to me better dial it back
Nigga only gon reach
So I gotta teach
24 I'll shoot the fade away
And all of y'all bitches
Forgot to mention
Can't get a dollar so get away
I'm just reaching my prime each and everyday
So unique with a style most can't orchestrate
When I spit different lines it's be major
Speaking on haters planning to drop a fade
I know you be reaching just for a plate
Cannot be leaching coming from this way
I know a lot of you niggas sell soul
I got the bag
And no one can fuck with that
Aye aye
She run it back
I know that these opps be mad
Aye aye
I got this cash babe
And you ain't even have to ask
Aye aye
Smoke out the sack
Just cause I got it like that
Aye aye
I got that bag
And no one can fuck with that
Aye aye
She run it back
I know that these opps be mad
Aye aye
I got this cash babe
And you ain't even have to ask
Aye aye
Smoke out the sack
Just cause I got it like that
Aye aye
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Writer(s): Rico Strawther
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