Yung Mal & Lil Quill - Been In My Bag lyrics

We finna get rich and get it I used to be broke but now I spend it VVS’s on my neck, came from Pheasant, you dig it Should I sign for a ticket, well yes I did it I ain’t gotta sell a nick and I gotta admit it Know I had to go ahead get a chopper with me Said the kids of the 6 finna bless the city Goin’ big b***h, I got the Wop with me Young n***a play with me, I get to sprayin’ B Whole lot of chips on me, I keep artillery I be like what is you saying to me If you not having no bag then you cannot talk to me Might catch a flight out to Cali and soon as we landing Then we pushing up to dispensary Lately I been in my bag, ain’t even tryna brag But I can’t let you n***as get to me. I be stuck in my bag, I ain’t tryna brag Now all these lil n***as want f**k with me When I look back at the past, I was down to my last Them lil n***as didn’t even talk to me Catch me a flight and I land, I’m loaded with bands I don’t drive, the valet gon’ park it for me Boy you broke, do not get to talking to me All my brothers they riding, they sparking for me 1017, by Pheasant VVS’s I’ma let your b***h kiss it n***as mad ’cause a young n***a did it Put Chanel on my bag, I’m drippin’ No squares over here, we pimpin’ n***a don’t steal over here, we k**ing That’s a hundred bales, how the hell we gon’ fit it? I’ma take fifty, Quill get the other fifty. We finna get rich and get it I used to be broke but now I spend it VVS’s on my neck, came from Pheasant, you dig it Should I sign for a ticket, well yes I did it I ain’t gotta sell a nick and I gotta admit it Know I had to go ahead get a chopper with me Said the kids of the 6 finna bless the city Goin’ big b***h, I got the Wop with me Young n***a play with me, I get to sprayin’ B Whole lot of chips on me, I keep artillery I be like what is you saying to me If you not having no bag then you cannot talk to me Might catch a flight out to Cali and soon as we landing Then we pushing up to dispensary Lately I been in my bag, ain’t even tryna brag But I can’t let you n***as get to me. Lately I been in my bag, I’m not even bragging Go big on the kid if you not even having 1017 ’round my neck, VVS’s be dancing I just pulled out, dropped the top, yeah the roof automatic Tryna flex for these h**s and I know you that capping All of that s**t that you popping, I know you just rapping Yeah I hit the molly, can’t strap with you, it ain’t no talent I do this s**t in my sleep, I do not need no practice We tryna get rich and get it Two fifty on the meter, got the push in it And I’m riding through the city, got your b***h with me Now find in a jet, finna light up the cookie Swerving in a foreign, they thinking I took it I need ten for a show if you thinking ’bout booking I don’t walk like no ho sick or talk like no p***y I’m not f*****g with you, you can keep that s**t pushin’, lil n***a. We finna get rich and get it I used to be broke but now I spend it VVS’s on my neck, came from Pheasant, you dig it Should I sign for a ticket, well yes I did it I ain’t gotta sell a nick and I gotta admit it Know I had to go ahead get a chopper with me Said the kids of the 6 finna bless the city Goin’ big b***h, I got the Wop with me Young n***a play with me, I get to sprayin’ B Whole lot of chips on me, I keep artillery I be like what is you saying to me If you not having no bag then you cannot talk to me Might catch a flight out to Cali and soon as we landing Then we pushing up to dispensary Lately I been in my bag, ain’t even tryna brag But I can’t let you n***as get to meee.