bags

[Intro: quinn & Clairo]
I'm a controlling bitch
Every second counts
I don't wanna talk

[Verse 1: FearDorian]
I ain't asking for much, nigga talk down, he get packed in a blunt
Nigga move stupid as hell, I ain't backing him up
My new bitch gotta match my steez, she know I'm bad as fuck
Spilt the molly water on my T, it had me mad as fuck
Nigga flexing on the Gram with bands, but it ain't adding up
Send a package to wxst, bitch, who's bagging it up?
Take everything this bitch-ass nigga own, he's bragging too much
Dropped a lo' to the crib, I hope she ain't setting me up
So I got my eyes low as fuck
And the grabba keep packin' a punch
See her at the function and shit, this bitch is tryna hunch
Had to tell her I'm too locked in, now this music shit got me stuck
We don't ever play his shit on the airways 'cause this nigga suck
Nigga not going nowhere, he ain't working enough
Streets say, "You always going somewhere," bitch, I'm working too much
I'm in too many bags, shawty, I'm runnin' it up (I'm runnin' it up)

[Verse 2: quinn & Clairo]
(Every second counts) Ayy
I got a bone to pick
I'm in the building, won't leave 'til I own the shit
I need to own the shit
Find out you dropping and I'ma step over it
Done with the sober shit
Pass me the spliffy, I don't care who rolled the shit
Can't believe that I wrote this shit
I heard the beat then I started to flow with it
I'm making moves in the back, but I gotta be quiet, it ain't no exposing it
If it involves losing money, the fuck made you think that I was gonna go with it?
We pull up on you then take everything that you have, 'cause I'm in control of shit
If I find out where you stay, I'ma send a few niggas to come and patrol your shit
My lil' bro get distracted, he findin' himself inside all of the hoes and shit
He ain't a dummy, he make hella money, he don't got a problem with focusin'
Stick in the buggy, it's tucked underneath of the seat, huggin' the floor and shit
All of my niggas ain't make it yet, so I don't wanna talk about the dough I get
I say "Where you at, where you been?"
Mm-mm, I'm a controlling bitch
Niggas be broke in the crib doing jack, like money ain't nothing to go and get
It's to the point where I'm coughing up blood and losing the skin in my nose and shit

[Outro: Clairo]
Hahaha!
Every second counts
I don't wanna talk to you anymore, and
All these little games
You can call me by the name I gave you