Stick In The Bag

Yeah I got the stick in the bag (yeah) My bitches they pull up, we walking in looking like cash shit Bounce... bounce... bounce I'm with my niggas on trash, they got the sticks in the bag yeah They getting a bag, they hittin licks movin bricks in the cab (skrrt) We doing the dash, pull up with cash when we park in the back (yeah) We getting them racks, buying some diamonds, we stay in the fashion (yeah) All of my bitches be havin it, we get the racks without asking, yeah (ra-ra-ra-racks) Save it don't spend it in magic Big booty bitch this shit ain't average (you dig) Key in ignition we dragging Niggas on dick like a habit (habit) My pocket steady on fat shit Passing these hoes to my savages (picking and choosing) Swervin we going through traffic Speeding while we wrap it up in the plastic (please pull over) This shit be looking drastic told they ass please put the bricks in the attic (hurry up, hurry up) Smoking this dope I'm relapsing, out of these bitches I'm one of the baddest (one of the baddest) So many racks that I'm daddy I'm with the plugs and we rolling them backies (backies) Big bags on me bitches say they gang, they don't know me I stay low-key running racks up easy charging fees (running up, running racks) I cannot see all the haters that's talking down on me (bitch) You know I stay with the cash looking all bad just trying to get racks (yeah) I got the stick in the bag, yeah My bitches they pull up, we walking in looking like cash shit Don't come up to me unless you is looking for action I swear that my niggas ain't friendly, they really be blasting All of my niggas on trash, they got the sticks in the bag yeah Getting a bag, hittin the licks movin bricks in the cab (skrrt) We doing the dash, pull up with cash when we park in the back We getting them racks, buying some diamonds, and stay wit the fashion Running up, running up, running up rackies Ky hit that bih from the backie yeah I'm coming through with all baddies, he looking like he want to grab it Shaking my ass it's so tragic, all eyes on me I'm a bad bitch, yeah Making more money than you and your daddy, I can't be proud of you Bad bitches we coming through (Bad bitches we coming through) Big Bank, you know they blue (big bank, big bank yeah) No fives and tens like you (broke ass nigga) Oh my niggas get dough (DOUGH) We at your motherfucking door Niggas they wanting some more Big bags, you know we get dough And I got a muthafucking coat with big bags and it might just be dope (shh) I jugg the car with all of these big racks and I'm wanting some more Bitchy but baby I swear that you big mad cause your nigga go He flying me out and taking me shopping now we on the way to the O You texting my phone, all in all caps, like tell me where my niggas go We on the way to the store I got the stick in the bag (yeah) My bitches they pull up, we walking in looking like cash shit Don't come up to me unless you is looking for action I swear that my niggas ain't friendly, they really be blasting (yeah) I got the stick in the bag (yeah yeah) My niggas really be trashing shit We walk in the building these people be going ballastic (yeah) I got the stick in the bag (yeah yeah) My bitches they pull up, we walking in looking like cash