Louis Duffle Bag (feat. Shoeboy Q & Laundro)

I'm in my bag I'm in my bag I'm in my bag I'm in my bag I'm in my bag lil bitch Fucking a bad lil bitch Going too fast lil bitch Better wear a mask lil bitch 'Cause I'm in my bag I'm in my Louis duffle bag Saw it the whole time coming Motherfuckers better run from that I making so much damn money That I don't gotta brag So much money bitch I'm a lumberjack So much money so much paper I can't even listen to haters I'm stuck on the road and them hoes can't get in Parked up in a big white Benz Rocking Vlone, I don't need no friends I don't even make amends Y'all know what we be on Molly got me rolling and rolling again Swear that I'm tilted Score points like Wilt did My chain solid gold while Yours is just gilded Hop in the booth Just to go kill it Trae Young, Atlanta Act like a villain We too damn icy Going to drop me a hundred Take a flight across the globe We going to land in London Took a flight to D.R. Know we got it bussin Feeling right enjoy the show 'Cause the game is what we running Don't get it twisted We do it big in this bitch The price of my time couldn't fit on the wrist F*ck you mean, you know Mateen Laundro AKA Mr. Clean Mr. way they peeped me When it was weeks with dirty sheets Sike It's an incredible amount of blue face bands on me Might cough on the mic Think I'm going to build me a throne made out of my stats 'Cause I wanna feel like a ruler Then I might sit my rich ass down You looking small like Hasbulla You got a big bag of air And I got a big bag full of guala Bitch, I'm a Chicago bear And you, pussies looking like Koalas Catch me riding in Impalas Purple like a Balla Probably wouldn't call her Put that on wallah Pull up on your bitch say, hello Shorty booty bouncing like it was jello Smoking on Backwoods and not a 'rello Big bag like it's holding a cello She rocking a sundress it was yellow I should've been wanting me a new medal On wallah, on wallah, on wallah, on wallah Bitch, I put that on wallah Bitch, I put that on wallah Brand new Benz it's coming in I put that hoe in a Cullinan If I see money I'm coming in If I see racks then I'm coming in Oh shit I just did it again These hoes be fucking for rent Bitch, I wouldn't pay you a cent All you got busted nails and credit card debt I pulled up in a brand new private jet Bitch, I'm a giant so I said f*ck the Jets I can't be saving no hoes I'm not Clark Kent Banco, tell 'em I'm in my bag I'm in my bag I'm in my bag I'm in my bag I'm in my bag lil bitch Fucking a bad lil bitch Going to fast lil bitch Better wear a mask lil bitch 'Cause I'm in my bag I'm in my Louis duffle bag Saw it the whole time coming Motherfuckers better run from that I make so much damn money That I don't gotta brag So much money bitch I'm a lumberjack