Got that bag!
I'm the realest to spit it
They say I'm MJ Bad
Wen it come to tha paper u know what I do fa cash
I got that bag, got that bag, got that bag got that bag, got that bag, got that bag, got that bag, got that bag
Reach into my bag of treats tools to help me with the trade. Motivation b them bands. Not Sicilian but I'm made
Red like the kool aid, u go draw the first blood, yea I'm what they call a genius yet n still I go thug
Plugged like the light pole Mossberg the rifle, gone off tha kush bush I stay high like eifle
Tower ova short sh** until u 6feet deep I don't quit got that bag full of cash on da way & u know dis
I keep it a thousand Real n***a at all times got the gucci the Louis & el Sha di From the rhymes
I got that bag for that work, got that bag for that purp, duffle bag full of choppaz that can leave u in the dirt
N when my chick get loco I take her to the bag sto, buy it n fill it wit paper that's just how the sh** go
Logo mean I got that bag
Ralphie polo in my swag
Dropdead fresh sh** I just need a toe tag
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I'm like a boxer who done won the purse, Call me champion, flow cold call it ac, it come wit freon
Lames we just pee on, it's nothing to go hard, u can sip n get ya lean on, I got ya ho card
I dont Need no guard, even while rocking j**elry, Glock 40 security, hataz they just fuel to me
I live it they talk I breathe it they walk it I ride it the beat is the bag and the verse is the money inside it
Yo bag ain't got nuttin that mean u ain't talkin bout sh**, I pull out a bag of that kush roll it take a hit
These n***as ignoring the fact that it's all about fetti. Til that hear that banga and it's too late the drama heavy
I'm over the levy oh yea the gates is really open, call it Chitown flood the way the bag over flowin
From the west to the low end and thru the hunnids, my n***as got that bag ain't gotta ask who really runnit