Bag (feat. Lazyie Lays)

I’m all about the bag I keep them 100’s stacked I got no time for these bitches Especially ones on rags You see me flexin With some drip drip Bitch You see me flexing I got quick clips Bitch I grew up broke No money Now I got bands they love me I’m movin out from the pad And rollin in them Hundys I never thought I’d make it here Tore through that blindfold I never thought I’d make it here Where did the time go I post a new song Humans, they reject it They say I prolonged Now i am neglected Well tell me what it is that, you expect of me I’m only one, keep the drama away from me I’m all about the bag I keep them hundreds stacked I’m never broke If you doubt me Then we can handle that I’m all about the bag I keep them hundreds stacked I’m never broke If you doubt me Then you can get the strap Bitch I don’t want much Mansions I just want a couple mills and a bad bitch Someone to cook And then ride me Smokin cabbage Don’t gotta love me You can f*ck me Living lavish I’m all about the bag I keep them hundreds stacked I’m never broke If you doubt me Then we can handle that I’m all about the bag I keep them hundreds stacked I’m never broke If you doubt me Then you can get the strap I don’t bang But I got the clips For plan B Not in a gang But don’t f*ck with me Or you’ll see I Gotta keep a pistol Just to keep her happy I’m all about the bag I keep them hundreds stacked I’m never broke If you doubt me Then we can handle that I’m all about the bag I keep them hundreds stacked I’m never broke If you doubt me Then you can get the strap Do it for the bag Do it for the bag Made it out the trap Sitting in the Jag Young nigga got that strap when I pick up that bag I get a nigga touch for that mother fuckin bag Swinging dipping through traffic Make the money flip Call me dope boi magic I can barely see with all these diamonds in my glasses Fuckin all these bitches in my high school classes Classes Huh get it faster A gun and a ski mask, I get my money faster A nigga turnt up cuz I just file my taxes Try to rob me and this gun Ima blast it Uh Ima blast it You don't want smoke cuz I'm giving out cancer Uh Ima blast it You don't want smoke cuz I'm giving out cancer Aye Y’all don’t want no smoke Your bitch she on the dope She snorting lines off the back of a spine Open her thighs Let me in Bet I’m cumming inside She a baddie With a fatty Ima f*ck her Then I’m outtie You ain’t never had a daddy Ima be yours Give the addy When I show up, you’ll be happy Got me feeling like a grammy You’ll be thankful that you had me Yeah You’ll always be my boo Goddamn I’m all about the bag I keep them hundreds stacked I’m never broke If you doubt me Then we can handle that I’m all about the bag I keep them hundreds stacked I’m never broke If you doubt me Then you can get the strap