Future - I Get the Bag lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane, Quavo, Southside & Future] Southside Hah, it's Gucci It's Drop Top (skrrt) Wizop, hoo (skrrt) If Young Metro don't trust you (skrrt, yuh) I'm gon' shoot you (go, ayy) [Chorus: Quavo] You get the bag and fumble it I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah) Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash) And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah) Lil mama a thot, and she got a** (thot) And she gon' f** up a bag (yeah) Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (yeah) Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah) In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy) Drop the top when it's cold (drop top) But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy) Be real with me (keep it 100, whoa) Just be real with me (ayy) Eat it up like it's a feast (whoa, eat it up) They say the dope on fleek (yep) [Verse 1: Takeoff] Percocet pill on me (Percocet) Ice on my neck, baby, chill with me (ice) Them n***as that flex in the back don't say nothin' Them n***as will k** for me Back ends I count 'em asleep, on fleek 100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe) b**h, I'm a dog, eat my treat (hrr) Hop out the frog and leap (leap) I put them bricks in the fender My b**h, she walk around like she Kris Jenner (Kris Jenner) I used to break and then enter Then Takeoff running like the game of temple (whew) It's simple, I play with the mental Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama) Canada, 'cause I'm a money symbol Walkin' with the racks, I'm lookin' crippled (money) f** on that b**h then I tip her (tip her) A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel) Not from L.A. but I clip her (brr) Double my cup, pour a triple (Actavis) Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my...) I'm not your average or typical (I'm not your...) Look at my wrist, and it's critical (look at the...) Hold it up, droppin' the temperature (droppin' the...) I get that bag on the regular (bag) I got a bag on my cellular (brr) Backin' up, baggin' up vegetables (bag) Baggin' up cookies, it's medical (cookies) Cocaine, codeine, et cetera (white) Cocaine and lean, it's federal (white) I take off, landin' on Nebula As of now 20 M's on my schedule (Takeoff) [Chorus: Quavo & Gucci Mane] You get the bag and fumble it I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah) Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash) And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah) Lil mama a thot, and she got a** (thot) And she gon' f** up a bag (yeah) Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (yeah) Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah) In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy) Drop the top when it's cold (drop top) But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy) Be real with me (keep it 100, whoa) Just be real with me (it's Gucci, ayy) Eat it up like it's a feast (hah, whoa, eat it up) They say the dope on fleek (yep) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane & Quavo] I know that you n***as gettin' sick of me (eww-ah) These chains on my neck cost a mil' a piece (umm) I don't even like to freestyle for free I put in the key and I ride the beat (*whirr*) I won't even come out the house for free I pay a n***a to drive for me (huh?) JAY-Z couldn't even co-sign for me I do what I want, 'cause I'm signed to me (damn) I get the, I get the, I get the bag They get the bag, had to cut it in half (Wop) Stop the comparin', y'all makin' me laugh Need the rehab, I'm addicted to cash (Gucci) Convertible Wop, convertible top My dope got a vertical, look at it hop Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, and it jump out the pot (pot) Came out of jail and went straight to the top Take it easy, baby, middle of summer, I'm freezin', baby (burr) Don't leave me, baby Just drop to your knees and please me, baby (don't...) I'm fascinated, two b**hes so fine that I masturbated (hah) Congratulations, she brain me so good that I graduated (wow) They had to hate it I don't f** with them n***as, they plastic, baby (heh) I trap a baby, I rap but own all my masters, baby It's tragic, baby, I pull up and f** up the traffic, baby (hah) I'm savage, baby I'm k**in' these n***as, closed casket, baby (ayy, Wop) [Chorus: Quavo] You get the bag and fumble it I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah) Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash) And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah) Lil mama a thot, and she got a** (thot) And she gon' f** up a bag (yeah) Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (yeah) Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah) In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy) Drop the top when it's cold (drop top) But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy) Be real with me (keep it 100, whoa) Just be real with me (ayy) Eat it up like it's a feast (whoa, eat it up) They say the dope on fleek (yep)