[Hook x2]
Everybody know #00 I got that bag
Pockets stay filled with racks thats why my pants sag
Fendi, Gucci, Prada hell yea I got that swag
It's one thing I don't play about and thats my cash
[Verse 1]
Everybody know #00 yea I got that bag
f**ing wit my bag then my shooters on yo a**
I will never cuff a thot cause them b**hes straggs
Middle fingers to you haters, all you n***as mad
I be bout my cash, I gets lots of dough
I be ridin' in that foreigns, I f** lots of hoes
True Religion this, Fendi that, thats my clothes
And you know my n***as they be strapped just like Girbauds
Imma hitta were i'm from yeah I gots lots of rank
If worst come to worst, I might rob a bank
I go hard in the paint, I ain't talkin' Flocka Flame
Yeah my name hold weight and thottianas give me brain
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
n***a hold up, n***a roll up one more blunt cause i'm losin my patience
I got shooters that a shoot ya with the Rugers just to make they self famous
f** yal all you n***as can't stop me cause you lame a** n***as hatin'
And my flow so f**in' hot, you would think I was possessed by satan
My n***as do this sh**, yeah we bout that life
If you owe a n***a money, then you better pay that price
It's a SOS on yo head, and thats shoot on sight
I got lil n***as that'll get you gone just to get some stripes
My swag up b**h get that, that lame sh** ain't wit that
Yo b**h? Yeah I hit that and split that like a kit kat
All I know is get stacks and spend that and get back
If a n***a holdin onto work then the goofy n***a gon' get jacked