Dat Bag
Bout' to go get that bag, Boy I need that cash
Counting shit all night I'm Poppin' through rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Talking to your bitch, she telling me that you the love of her life (Yeah)
But to be quite honest, I don't care because I'm still gone' Strike
But to be quite honest, This bitch mid and she ain't even tight
This bitch think she God, she trying to lock me down and read my rights
This shit here a stick up'
Better give all your shit up'
Hit a little nigga in his stomach' (Yeah)
Told that little boy do sit ups' (Sit Ups)
Told that little boy do sit ups'
Told that little boy do sit ups' (Sit Ups)
Told that little n**** do sit ups'
Told that little n**** do sit ups' (Sit Ups)
Ice you out, That's real love
Ice you out, That's real love (Real Love)
She thinking I'm a menace cause all I hang with is killers
I fell in love with money quick' (Quick)
If you never counted bands then you won't understand
Yeah I'm about to go big on big and bout to pop my shit'
Doing all this shit for all my n***** in the Feds
I'm off all these trees baby' (Trees)
I'm so serine baby'
My name ringing bells baby' (Ring)
It's ringing shell cases and I'm about to speed race
That nigga DOA
Cash checks at BOA
Stack chips like Frito-Lay
A Long time, Okay
You know I did this shit a long time
I'm about to, Stumble and run through all this shit hog tied
I had to, I Prayed for these bands a mighty long time
Ya dig that, I got this shit but never ran offsides
Ya hear that, these n***** pussy trying to run both sides
Can't do that, it's either you gone ride with gang or die
That's a fact, you worried about a bitch cause that hoe fine
You do that, I skirt off in a 4 door
Bout' to go get that bag, Boy I need that cash
Counting shit all night I'm Poppin' through rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Talking to your bitch, she telling me that you the love of her life (Yeah)
But to be quite honest, I don't care because I'm still gone' Strike
But to be quite honest, This bitch mid and she ain't even tight
This bitch think she God, she trying to lock me down and read my rights
This shit here a stick up'
Better give all your shit up'
Hit a little nigga in his stomach' (Yeah)
Told that little boy do sit ups' (Sit Ups)
Told that little boy do sit ups'
Told that little boy do sit ups' (Sit Ups)
Told that little n**** do sit ups'
Told that little n**** do sit ups' (Sit Ups)
Ice you out, That's real love
Ice you out, That's real love (Real Love)
She thinking I'm a menace cause all I hang with is killers
(I'm with the killer's baby)
Counting shit all night I'm Poppin' through rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Talking to your bitch, she telling me that you the love of her life (Yeah)
But to be quite honest, I don't care because I'm still gone' Strike
But to be quite honest, This bitch mid and she ain't even tight
This bitch think she God, she trying to lock me down and read my rights
This shit here a stick up'
Better give all your shit up'
Hit a little nigga in his stomach' (Yeah)
Told that little boy do sit ups' (Sit Ups)
Told that little boy do sit ups'
Told that little boy do sit ups' (Sit Ups)
Told that little n**** do sit ups'
Told that little n**** do sit ups' (Sit Ups)
Ice you out, That's real love
Ice you out, That's real love (Real Love)
She thinking I'm a menace cause all I hang with is killers
I fell in love with money quick' (Quick)
If you never counted bands then you won't understand
Yeah I'm about to go big on big and bout to pop my shit'
Doing all this shit for all my n***** in the Feds
I'm off all these trees baby' (Trees)
I'm so serine baby'
My name ringing bells baby' (Ring)
It's ringing shell cases and I'm about to speed race
That nigga DOA
Cash checks at BOA
Stack chips like Frito-Lay
A Long time, Okay
You know I did this shit a long time
I'm about to, Stumble and run through all this shit hog tied
I had to, I Prayed for these bands a mighty long time
Ya dig that, I got this shit but never ran offsides
Ya hear that, these n***** pussy trying to run both sides
Can't do that, it's either you gone ride with gang or die
That's a fact, you worried about a bitch cause that hoe fine
You do that, I skirt off in a 4 door
Bout' to go get that bag, Boy I need that cash
Counting shit all night I'm Poppin' through rubber bands (Rubber Bands)
Talking to your bitch, she telling me that you the love of her life (Yeah)
But to be quite honest, I don't care because I'm still gone' Strike
But to be quite honest, This bitch mid and she ain't even tight
This bitch think she God, she trying to lock me down and read my rights
This shit here a stick up'
Better give all your shit up'
Hit a little nigga in his stomach' (Yeah)
Told that little boy do sit ups' (Sit Ups)
Told that little boy do sit ups'
Told that little boy do sit ups' (Sit Ups)
Told that little n**** do sit ups'
Told that little n**** do sit ups' (Sit Ups)
Ice you out, That's real love
Ice you out, That's real love (Real Love)
She thinking I'm a menace cause all I hang with is killers
(I'm with the killer's baby)
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Writer(s): Visious Dixon
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