Manifest the Bag
It's all about A Profit, it don't make sense If you talkin' and money ain't the topic, damn right
I'm tryna check some cash, gotta chase my dreams To get the shit that I never had, real shit
Fuck doin' bad, can't be around this bitch Bein' depressed, broke, and feelin' sad
Hell naw, get up off your ass, make a plan, execute it You gotta manifest the Bag
When a nigga broke that shit, make my head hurt So I'm tryna send some shit to ya, Or I'm puttin' in That Leg Work
Drop it off Local Delivery Man pull up on you with work What you want, some lean A verse, some Za or A white t-shirt
What? Better speak, don't bite your tongue Good quality for a good price, don't believe it, come get you some
Niggas startin' talkin', money scary, niggas make excuses and run Couldn't be me, I gotta take care of my daughters and son
Yeah, family and money motivated Watch out for these snake bitches and niggas that be slick, hating
Goin' with the flow, I say fuck all that hesitatin' But I ain't no yes man & can't never let nobody play me
Gotta stick to the script even when everybody changin' Don't cross game, give respect, but ain't nobody gon' make me
Not fuck with nobody, that shit ain't puttin' no food on my table Y'all believe in the fairy tales, so they sellin' y'all ass to fables
They bangin' on internet, and they thuggin' on cable Ain't worried about none of that shit, I just stay in my lane, though
On the road too riches, don't like attention, wouldn't mind the fame, though Don't blame me, it's just all a part of the game, so
It's all about a profit, it don't make sense If you talkin' and money ain't the topic, damn, right
I'm tryna check some cash, gotta chase my dreams To get the shit that I never had,
Real, Shit
Fuck doin' bad, can't be around this bitch Bein' depressed, broke, and feelin' sad, hell, nah
Get up off your ass, make a plan, execute it You gotta manifest the Bag
Don't wanna work this strip, make that ass twerk Girl, find a sucka ass nigga, milk him for all that he worth
Make him throw it all on you, to his pockets, Sore & Hurt You say you want the bag, that's a start, now put in the work
Scam queens with fire bins, get free everything Some got the line on the work, now that's a trap queen
Or got legit get in the fashion or the beauty scene Eat your chips however you want, just don't forget the blue cheese
She want Dior, she want Prada, she want Gucci and Supreme 32-inch bundles and she fuck nigga free
Got her own money, she ain't with no fuck niggas Be might be a single mother, but a fuck nigga she don't need
Too busy Manifesting, tryna bring real life to them dreams And her friends bad too, breakin' necks when they on the scene
One got a BBL, how you fit that in them jeans? Don't let the pretty face fool you, cause she finessin' for them greens
Huh, it's all about A profit, how you ain't makin' nothin' If you broke, stop it, put that shit up, start with
What you got up in your pockets, and don't make more withdrawals Than you make deposits, I'm tryna tell em
It's all about A profit, it don't make sense If you talkin' and money ain't the topic
Damn right, I'm tryna check some cash Gotta chase my dreams to get the shit that I never had
Real shit, fuck doin' bad Can't be around this bitch bein' depressed, broke and feelin' sad
Hell naw, get up off your ass, make a plan, execute it You gotta manifest the bag
I'm tryna check some cash, gotta chase my dreams To get the shit that I never had, real shit
Fuck doin' bad, can't be around this bitch Bein' depressed, broke, and feelin' sad
Hell naw, get up off your ass, make a plan, execute it You gotta manifest the Bag
When a nigga broke that shit, make my head hurt So I'm tryna send some shit to ya, Or I'm puttin' in That Leg Work
Drop it off Local Delivery Man pull up on you with work What you want, some lean A verse, some Za or A white t-shirt
What? Better speak, don't bite your tongue Good quality for a good price, don't believe it, come get you some
Niggas startin' talkin', money scary, niggas make excuses and run Couldn't be me, I gotta take care of my daughters and son
Yeah, family and money motivated Watch out for these snake bitches and niggas that be slick, hating
Goin' with the flow, I say fuck all that hesitatin' But I ain't no yes man & can't never let nobody play me
Gotta stick to the script even when everybody changin' Don't cross game, give respect, but ain't nobody gon' make me
Not fuck with nobody, that shit ain't puttin' no food on my table Y'all believe in the fairy tales, so they sellin' y'all ass to fables
They bangin' on internet, and they thuggin' on cable Ain't worried about none of that shit, I just stay in my lane, though
On the road too riches, don't like attention, wouldn't mind the fame, though Don't blame me, it's just all a part of the game, so
It's all about a profit, it don't make sense If you talkin' and money ain't the topic, damn, right
I'm tryna check some cash, gotta chase my dreams To get the shit that I never had,
Real, Shit
Fuck doin' bad, can't be around this bitch Bein' depressed, broke, and feelin' sad, hell, nah
Get up off your ass, make a plan, execute it You gotta manifest the Bag
Don't wanna work this strip, make that ass twerk Girl, find a sucka ass nigga, milk him for all that he worth
Make him throw it all on you, to his pockets, Sore & Hurt You say you want the bag, that's a start, now put in the work
Scam queens with fire bins, get free everything Some got the line on the work, now that's a trap queen
Or got legit get in the fashion or the beauty scene Eat your chips however you want, just don't forget the blue cheese
She want Dior, she want Prada, she want Gucci and Supreme 32-inch bundles and she fuck nigga free
Got her own money, she ain't with no fuck niggas Be might be a single mother, but a fuck nigga she don't need
Too busy Manifesting, tryna bring real life to them dreams And her friends bad too, breakin' necks when they on the scene
One got a BBL, how you fit that in them jeans? Don't let the pretty face fool you, cause she finessin' for them greens
Huh, it's all about A profit, how you ain't makin' nothin' If you broke, stop it, put that shit up, start with
What you got up in your pockets, and don't make more withdrawals Than you make deposits, I'm tryna tell em
It's all about A profit, it don't make sense If you talkin' and money ain't the topic
Damn right, I'm tryna check some cash Gotta chase my dreams to get the shit that I never had
Real shit, fuck doin' bad Can't be around this bitch bein' depressed, broke and feelin' sad
Hell naw, get up off your ass, make a plan, execute it You gotta manifest the bag
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