Bag It

I get that money, I'm stackin' I get that money, I'm baggin' I get that money, I'm baggin' I get that money, I'm stackin' Stackin' uh, stackin' uh Who the f*ck, you a faggot Run up on me then I crackin' Run up on hundred bands crackin' Ratchet (uh) , ratchet (uh) I never leave without the ratchet I get that money I baggin' I get that code and i crack it Ratchet, Ratchet Never leave without the ratchet Run up on me yeah it's crackin I get that money I bag it Baggin' uh, baggin' uh I get that money I bag it' Run up on me he a faggot Swear to god he a faggot magic, magic This bitch she giving me magic Give me head she know magic Ride around in the ghost fucking aston Baggin, baggin Im popping pills like it's asperin Im sending shots while they laughing Bullets flying like they madden Madden, maden MOE rush you like madden Green bay we the packers Yall losers yall lackers lackers, lackers Run up on him cause he lacking 30 on me i ain't lacking MAC on me i ain't macking With me so we ball Balling right up at the mall I catch your bitch cause she fall I catch your bitch get her draws I catch your bitch cause she fall Im not a saver at all im not a saver at all HOOK