The Bags

Yeah, man, it's that boy B Frank, man Got me on these hot beats with Fernyar Representing for the ville out here You know what I'm talking about Yeah, yeah Aye I want them dollars That moolah The bread All I do is hustle, homie I just want the bag I've been hustling, and grinding For that cash But the game don't love nobody And these streets won't love you back I keep my mind all on the moolah Foot all in they ass I don't do no breaking, oh, no I just hit the gas All I do is hustle I just want the bags Came up off the struggle Now blue hundreds coming fast Trying to stunt so damn hard that they gotta hate Seeing my smile they can't tolerate, but keeping it G how I operate I'm needing this dough for my mama's sake Get me some funds give my daddy some If we keeping it real, I'm a savage The money turn me to an addict I've been hustling hard for the cabbage How the hell could I stunt if it's not with the fam When these niggas stunt, man, it's just for the gram Dead president's in the palm of my hand Swear it be calling, it's all in my head Saying it's nothing, they tripping, just trust me, Without no money, this shit can get ugly And just to get money, this shit can get ugly Palms get to itching in money discussions I was given this world, no, I didn't make it Nothing come to me so I gotta take it Grants, Jacksons, Benjamin Franklins Moneys the motive, so nigga what's shaking Came out the hood, so I had it rough When it come to the dough, always had enough Always stacking the bread, I can't have enough I'm just watching the numbers keep adding up I want them dollars That moolah The bread All I do is hustle, homie I just want the bag I've been hustling, and grinding For that cash But the game don't love nobody And these streets won't love you back I keep my mind all on the moolah Foot all in they ass I don't do no breaking, oh, no I just hit the gas All I do is hustle I just want the bags Came up off the struggle Now blue hundreds coming fast Niggas be claiming they hustlers I think they just talking trash It's money up, and yeah, that's for life My squad is the dopest, tho I hate to brag Blowing it fast, I've been chasing the cash The government wrong, everything getting taxed If I loan you some bread, then I'm needing it back Sorry not sorry, I'm speaking these facts Shining so hard like a diamond, my nigga God gave me heart like a lion, my nigga I sharpen my iron, with iron, my nigga Forged cause I walked through the fire, my nigga I'm bout my bread like a sandwich is I need the dough that a dancer gets Stacks upon stacks of dead presidents I don't wanna go broke, I can't handle it I want them dollars That moolah The bread All I do is hustle, homie I just want the bag I've been hustling, and grinding For that cash But the game don't love nobody And these streets won't love you back I keep my mind all on the moolah Foot all in they ass I don't do no breaking, oh, no I just hit the gas All I do is hustle I just want the bags Came up off the struggle Now blue hundreds coming fast