Bag Baby (I Need a Bag)

I need the bag, baby I don't know what y'all need from me but hey I need the bag, baby I don't know what y'all want from me but hey I need the bag, baby The hatin' never lasts You're mad but you're sittin' on your ass When I'm all about that cash, baby I need the bag, baby Ooh Ohhhh Gotta get that bag Show your mans how we do it When I ain't got that bag I twist and turn like a Rubik's Gem and black mags Cool kids, old school In that black Jag Open my bag and add to it Her ass fat, brain empty Don't have a clue like a lab rat I'm all whited out but my pockets blue Nike boots like Wale Doing what I gotta do No look pass, Pat Mahomes audible Off the edible with a goddess speaking sexual Extraterrestrial, the moon rocks incredible Beamer, who in it Interior reefer scented Balconies so high I'm seein' bird backs Been 'bout my bread since my TV had a curved back Now I'm hot, they all on me They get curved back It's return of the Mack Revenge of the Thraxx Smoking' out the condo Neighbors think I serve packs I don't know what y'all need from me but hey I need the bag, baby I don't know what y'all want from me but hey I need the bag, baby The hatin' never lasts You're mad but you're sittin' on your ass When I'm all about that cash, baby I need the bag, baby Ooh Ohhhh I need a bag with mine I need to figure ways to make more money in bout half the time Tired of working this 5 to 9 I mean 9 to 5 I gotta get this money while I'm still alive, goddamn And who am I to go and sit and cry About this piece of pie that I don't have Dawg, man, it's only time How these niggas say they hustle They don't even grind How you say that you a star When you don't even shine Niggas say they got the bag But these niggas lying 'Bout everything in all their rhymes Shit, like half the time Nigga need a bag Tryna make on my sound They say money is the root But it make the world round I'm just chillin' in this world Finding common ground, man Yeah, I'm just finding common ground, yeah And I ain't got time to lounge, man Want the bag and need it now, man I don't know what y'all need from me but hey I need the bag, baby I don't know what y'all want from me but hey I need the bag, baby The hatin' never lasts You're mad but you're sittin' on your ass When I'm all about that cash, baby I need the bag, baby Ooh Ohhhh Me and the bags go together Like a snare and a drummer Shade in the summer Drama and baby mamas y'all, damn Child support and your daddy A pimp and his Caddy A bitch that wish she had me Watchin' other niggas moves Though I could never lose A hoe is made to choose right, dawg Consequences when you ain't focused She's moving on at a moment's notice So you best get to the bag And know I'm on it like a motherfucker Out here doing what they wish they could've Hand grenades and horseshoes Damn, that's really close Only lames can only brag and boast About some shit that almost was Fizzing in your city Like damn, that's almost buzz Shitty it's a pity Like damn, if only cuz Man, there ain't no other reason And hoes known to change with the seasons So, get to the bag baby I don't know what y'all need from me but hey I need the bag, baby I don't know what y'all want from me but hey I need the bag, baby The hatin' never lasts You're mad but you're sittin' on your ass When I'm all about that cash, baby I need the bag, baby Ooh Ohhhh