In My Bag, Pt. 2

Whoa!
Fuck the bullshit, I'm here for the dough
I'm in my bag so you know she finna blow
And shawty bad I'm in love with her glow
Make me go whoa, oh

How I'm back up in my bag but I been up in it?
In the coupe I hit dash, windows limo tinted
Put my life up in these brakes, Brembo's keep me living
Cubby stay off to himself, I just mind business

Fuck the world it's a new day
Feelings to the side, give me top up in my new wraith
I send that girl home with designer and a new face
If a nigga got a problem then that choppa kick like Liu Kang

Feeling like Chrisean with the money, need the blueface
Surrounded by the cars, clothes, gas, and the new babes
With exotic women, my Latina baby Lupe
All designer shoes, give a fuck about the new J's

In my bag, Cubby always gone be in his bag
On plane to the islands finna get jet lag
And I'm fucking on a baddie and she kinda rad
Kinda rad
Yeah she kinda rad

Whoa!
Fuck the bullshit, I'm here for the dough
I'm in my bag so you know she finna blow
And shawty bad I'm in love with her glow
Make me go whoa, oh

How I'm back up in my bag but I been up in it?
In the coupe I hit dash, windows limo tinted
Put my life up in these brakes, Brembo's keep me living
Cubby stay off to himself, I just mind my business



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Writer(s): Larry Jones
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