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[Intro]
(Karegi, what was that?)

[Chorus]
My bag getting fat, yeah 'till the day that I die
Swear to god I'ma still be gettin' racks
They ain't believe I was gon' do shit but now I made it back
But now they listening to my new shit, like "Damn man play that back"
See, now they pressing me like, "Damn bran you did all of this?"
Start this train y'all follow it
This ain't sign no deal ain't fall in it
Shit finna hide my feelings, gotta bottle this
I gotta put it to my soul
But I can't let this shit go
Gotta watch your back ten toes
I been getting them racks, you sold

[Verse 1]
Like damn I go pull a 'lil bitch out the lot
Said like [?] riding the [?] at the top
Say that she fucking with me
Said that it's just she like my style
I ran up the bands a while
You step in my shoеs, you couldn't walk a mile
I'm rocking the shades through thе high with a smile
That bitch going crazy that bitch out her mind

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I pull up with bands, 'lil boy you ain't tough
Why that boy tryna play me? You ran outta luck
Bitch I really been stacking my bands, what you up
I just say I'm a dog and I pour up a cup
It's the purple with sprite, I been sippin' the mud
What the fuck is you talking bout bitch, zip it up
How I'm making the bands think I play for the bucks
Yea [?] you saw that shit
I'm on that shit
I had to run up a mil get to all that shit
Why that bitch playin tricks, she said all this shit
I done gambled my chips, I can't fall in
The bitch say the love me, she fallen
But I can't fuck with her, not all in
But I might just go get up and hit her friend
Say she sells in the part of the plan

[Verse 3]
Like oh look, got my bag up
Now they wanna take my swag, huh
Yeah but I can't let em get away, damn
That's not gon happen
Like huh, yeah, uh yeah
What this feeling 'bout? Talking bout the same as my-, yeah
Yeah balling, huh, yeah balling, huh

[Chorus]
My bag getting fat, yeah 'till the day that I die
Swear to god I'ma still be gettin' racks
They ain't believe I was gon' do shit but now I made it back
But now they listening to my new shit, like, "Damn man play that back"
See, now they pressing me like, "Damn bran you did all of this"
Start this train y'all follow it
This ain't sign no deal ain't fall in it
Shit finna hide my feelings gotta bottle this
I gotta put it my soul
But I can't let this shit go
Gotta watch your back ten toes
I been getting them racks, you sold
(Yeah)