The Bag

I want the bag They hating cause I chase the cash F*ck the fame I won't go out sad The money the fame ain't nothing I was down in the streets with my cousins I'm the nigga you thought wasn't something Counting cash till my fingers numbing Trap beating Nigga ain't no fronting Money signs is all I can see Green leafs in my pockets like trees That boy he a dub tryna rob me Mamacita bitch call me papi My plug he speaking espanol If she broke and down bad ima let her go Leprechaun I'm chasing that pot of gold It's the 4th of July shots I let it blow She suck on my dick she got better throat Blue hunndis no red like lil boat She a dub man she wanna f*ck me But they wasn't there it was ugly Go get down with the flow She like the cash she want dope