AKA - Get The Bag lyrics

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AKA - Get The Bag lyrics

[Chorus: Blayze] I be going in in the VIP with the vanish It's the main event we gon' hit you with the fireworks Everyone's your friend when the bottles come alive Rolling with the gang, gang it's gon' be a f**ing crisis Rhythm round the table and I know you can't relate Champagne that's the level but I tell you how it taste Rrra, Rrra, Rrra Middle finger to your street cred Do the most, get your bands, that's a toast I say [Hook] Get the bag, bag, get the money I tell 'em get the bag, bag, get the money (x3) [Verse 1: Blayze] I got the answers I ain't nothing like your last guy I'm such a dax they tell my story 'bout a camphor If she got a** then I'ma have her calling Supa First I And I And I Call me the shooter eh You got some nerve you brought a flood to the table Crib in the burbs you see the view, see the neighbours Now we convert, the mammies come from all sides Boyfriend out of town so you can feba all night Kanti what's her name? The one with mmm and the waist And expensive taste, red bottoms is fake but the titty shake Ask her what she want she said the whole thang Ain't gotta to tell her who's the man that's a no brain So send your nudes on the lay low Baby make it look right It's the make you dream of what of what you wish a n***a look like Rrra, Rrra Pray for enemies and non believers R.I.P to competition thank you Jesus [Chorus: Blayze] I be going in in the VIP with the vanish It's the main event we gon' hit you with the fireworks Everyone's your friend when the bottles come alive Rolling with the gang, gang it's gon' be a f**ing crisis Rhythm round the table and I know you can't relate Champagne that's the level but I tell you how it taste Rrra, Rrra, Rrra Middle finger to your street cred Do the most, get your bands, that's a toast I say [Hook] Get the bag, bag, get the money I tell 'em get the bag, bag, get the money (x3) [Verse 2: AKA] All my b**hes link up, tell me what the vibe is Pull up in a big truck, we African diamonds You don't have to worry 'bout the things we do in private If you getting money then you preaching to the choir Bottles on my table make you feel some kinda way I be on rodeo by bae from Mahikeng Middle finger to my teachers They said I would never be sh** I look at these bambinos with the side eye You're stroking my ego i can't be no camera shy guy You're Jose Morinho n***a watching from the side lines Meanwhile me and all my amigos living the high life Yeah, I say tell me what your life like Tell me why your wife throwing vibes on my timeline Ask 'em who the best, and they all know School of Excellence, Jomo Sono My public persona get a lot of hate f** what you're saying if you staying at your mamma place Yah! Yah! Dolce and Gabanna on my collar man Ya'll drinking Savanna on your holiday [Chorus: Blayze] I be going in in the VIP with the vanish It's the main event we gon' hit you with the fireworks Everyone's your friend when the bottles come alive Rolling with the gang, gang it's gon' be a f**ing crisis Rhythm round the table and I know you can't relate Champagne that's the level but I tell you how it taste Rrra, Rrra, Rrra Middle finger to your street cred Do the most, get your bands, that's a toast I say [Hook] Get the bag, bag, get the money I tell 'em get the bag, bag, get the money (x3)