Young M.A - I Get The Bag lyrics

You get the bag and fumble it I get the bag and flip it and tumble it Car came with a s--t in it Then I made the b---h c-m in it Double cupping it No lean just the red punch with the rum in it Silky On, Fresh white tee with the Constructs on thugging it The block hot so I’m tucking it Glizzy came with a drum in it Treat my Nina like my old hoe start acting up and I’m dumping it I don’t really play the scenes Like AD I’m in the cut with it Louis bag with the hunnits in it Quarter million in it had to stuff it in it Wake and bake in the oven with it If it ain’t skunkin I ain’t f-----g with it White Cars with the black rims But the inside peanut bu*ter with it Still gutter with it Still Red Colors with it Still blood for my brother with it Benz truck put my mother in it These checks keep on repeating Bank account got a stutter in it B---h n---a I’m eating Treat the p---y like a plumber n---a Put my plunger in it She screaming Kickin hoes out the Hotel Like a punter with it They schemin Not stupid or a s**er n---a Hoes wanna come up I peep it Young n---a from the concrete Now I’m seeing palm trees Tryna get a double R on my car keys and on the car seats Pocket full of Parsley Glock in arm reach Can’t Harm me Mix the Jungle juice with the Jamba juice now I’m feeling saucy Feeling like the old me Can’t hold me In the hood still moving dolie If you ain’t gang gang Can’t bro me Can’t say you love me gotta show me She said its hard to communicate Cause I only send emojis I don’t show no emotions Can’t let you know me “uh” Swag dripping Nose bleed “uh” Gave away my rollies ” uh” They was getting old to me “uh” I know that was bold of me “uh” N----s ain’t as cold as me “uh” Shordy got a whole n---a But she in the club poking me “uh” Tryna get a hold of me “uh” I should take her in the bathroom But that would be the hoe in me “uh” A-s looking like a baboon Man f--k it bring the hoe with me “uh” Covered up with Tattoos “uh” It compliment the Polo Tees “uh” If them haters got a attitude Hit em with shoulder lean “uh” Milly Rockin through the bad vibes Time is money And if it ain’t about the money I don’t have time “man” That slowed me down the last time “d--n” So I made that the last time Now its stack rack time “uh” Prolly been a wavy n---a Like back back in my past time All these funny looking n----s rapping And they ain’t really saying s--t And I won’t say I hate the s--t I just won’t play the s--t Still the Queen out the Brook My crown still fit me right Still in the streets like a city bike Still posted like a city light Hadda get my pennies right Hadda change my diet up just to get me right I remember plenty nights Living that Henny life Never did me right Now its more like plenty life Can’t settle down Gotta busy life I already know what that kitty like I’m just tryna see what that Bentley like Cut a lot of n----s off I bet they talk about me F--k what you think And f--k what you thought Better off without me I’m better off with less than more around me Fake n---a walk around me No security No cops Never had the Law around me Prolly me and three n----s I just gotta keep k**ing Getting wins outta loses Gotta keep Meek Milling We Living We Billin Fat Blunts Weed spilling I invested in the weed business Cause I’m just tryna see millions In the stu cooking up, cooking up Hadda put my feet in it When life threw me lemons I made lemon squeeze with it No I don’t need women I don’t know how I could keep women I think I’m a good n---a But I guess they see different Can’t get a girl Pregnant So I made my pockets pregnant Money calling 9/11 Got 7 figures but I can’t stop at 7 Naw man gotta get it Getting guap till I die Still get the guap in heaven Cause me and God we connected And we got a great connection “uh” Praying with my pistol on me “uh” But that’s just for my my protection “uh” Hennessy was my obsession “uh” Just to get through my depression “uh” That was kinda my confessions “uh” We need more spittas Less funny Looking n----s That’s just my suggestion