In My Bag (feat. Money Man)

Mm, mm, mm, everybody gettin' (Ayo, BandPlay)
Everybody talkin' 'bout they want money
How the fuck, mm, mm, mm, mm, you gon' get it (Muney)
Everybody talkin' 'bout they can't wait 'til they get rich
How the fuck you gon' get it?
Everybody talkin' 'bout, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
(Sosa 808 got this bitch knocking, nigga, ayy)
Everybody talkin' 'bout they can't wait 'til they get rich
How the fuck you gon' get it?
Is you gon' get it? Boy, you gon' keep sittin'
I play with money, I don't play with bitches
I'm a big dog, I don't hang with no kittens
Niggas be pussy, they live in they feelings
I'm in my bag, I don't be in my feelings
I'm in my bag, I don't be in my feelings

Paper Route business, we livin' for millions
Don't fuck with broke niggas, you unfamiliar
And you gon' die play play with my la familia
Nigga, ain't nothin' but a body gon' heal me
And if I see it, I stand on it, tall as a buildin' (Yeah)
Ridin' with this chopper, it's short as your childrеn (Yeah)
I'm a trap nigga, I'm not a civilian
I'm 'bout to take some shit ovеr like Pilgrims, yeah
Young nigga, he want him a billion
I want your bitch if she look too appealin'
I won't shoot shot 'til my shooter to bill me (Fah, fah)
He said this shit off the love, I'm the realest
Ice on my neck, but can't do no more chillin' (Ice)
Still ain't gon' chill when I bring a few mills in
Freaky lil' bitch, 'bout to pay for her fill ins
She broke her nails tryna count, yeah (Ha)

Everybody talkin' 'bout they can't wait 'til they get rich
How the fuck you gon' get it? (How?)
Is you gon' get it? Boy, you gon' keep sittin' (Boy)
I play with money, I don't play with bitches (Never)
I'm a big dog, I don't hang with no kittens
Niggas be pussy, they live in they feelings (Muney)
I'm in my bag, I don't be in my feelings
I'm in my bag, I don't be in my feelings (Yeah)

Yeah, I'm in my bag, I don't be in my feelings
I'm in my bag, I don't be in my feelings (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck when a ho actin' silly
And as long she bringin' that bag, she feel me (You feel me?)
I gotta clean up the money, too filthy
I came from nothin', you gotta forgive me (Yeah)
Baby, ain't nothin' but the money gon' thrill me
Spent thirty thousand, told Johnny to grill me (Yeah)

I'm 'bout 'em racks, I'm not in my feelings
Scam out of condo, I'm makin' a killin'
They pull me over, I'm catchin' a sentence
The chain is from Ali, the carti' from Emmett
Buffalo horn on my motherfuckin' optical
Blowin' inside it, my marijuana tropical
I'm stayin' consistent, you know I got follicles
I got a hood rat and I got a model
Ten different credit like ten different banks
If you got CP, then you can relate
My bitch livin' good, I don't hear no complaints
Bulletproof Escalade, feel like a tank
My partner got ten in the feds just for fraud
My plug is an Arab, in favor of Bin Laden
Diamonds on diamonds, I feel like a frosty
I let the fight go like Tatum in Boston
I'm havin' shooters like Poole and Wiggins
King of the jungle, I'm runnin' my district
I'm on them 'shrooms, not Perc', no kiddin'
Forty K, Plex froze, nigga, I'm livin'
Buds in the grow spot, ready, I'm pickin'
Nigga try to rob, thirty shots, I'm switchin'
Count a whole hundred in the trap spot kitchen
Real big dog shit, nigga, no kiddin', let's go

Everybody talkin' 'bout they can't wait 'til they get rich
How the fuck you gon' get it? (Boy)
Is you gon' get it? Boy, you gon' keep sittin' (Boy)
I play with money, I don't play with bitches (Ha)
I'm a big dog, I don't hang with no kittens
Niggas be pussy, they live in they feelings (Muney)
I'm in my bag, I don't be in my feelings
I'm in my bag
I don't be in my feelings (Yeah, be in my feelings)

I'm in my bag, I don't be in my feelings, nigga