Bags

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm married to money, I keep this shit coming
In love with the racks, I'm getting blue hundreds
Get crushed up chop stick crush like a [?]
Can't swim in my water he hopped in and went over
I'm getting bags, fucked around double the bundle
Got the silent treatment he caught the Glock with the muzzle
And let cuz hop out with the stick he gon' rush you
In this [?] .45 shells in a tussle
I'm getting bags, fuck around double the bundle
Got a big-ass Glock why the fuck would I punch you?
With a bad bitch she got accounts out London
And we jugging your bank for a whole lot of hundreds
Whipping bags, got this shit smelling like onions
Got the gun [?] I can't get a word from him
In the streets if you watching nigga you can learn from me
Got all the young niggas geeking they tryna burn something

[Verse]
All the opps bitches ain't tryna hurt nothing
.30 with brodie he switching I'm tryna put him under
I put that swag on him, this shit cost me a bundle
In the foreign whip, dashboard got like 200
I got cuts on my face so they look at me funny
I'm a back door slime [?]
[?] chop stick have him rushing
He got his top hit shit look disgusting
I'm that nigga no fronting
I'm with my Glock everyday like a puppy
Got to spend at least ten I ain't working no budget
Got to spin a nigga bin put a hole in his muffin
XD's Glocks all custom
Got locked in that jam that boy sang like he Usher
I got too many bands I got my pockets just stuffed
Put the Glock to his face like "Give it up [?]"

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm married to money, I keep this shit coming
In love with the racks, I'm getting blue hundreds
Get crushed up chop stick crush like a [?]
Can't swim in my water he hopped in and went over
I'm getting bags, fucked around double the bundle
Got the silent treatment he caught the Glock with the muzzle
And let cuz hop out with the stick he gon' rush you
In this [?] .45 shells in a tussle
I'm getting bags, fuck around double the bundle
Got a big-ass Glock why the fuck would I punch you?
With a bad bitch she got accounts out London
And we jugging your bank for a whole lot of hundreds
Whipping bags, got this shit smelling like onions
Got the gun [?] I can't get a word from him
In the streets if you watching nigga you can learn from me
Got all the young niggas geeking they tryna burn something