Yung Mal & Lil Quill
Yung Mal & Lil Quill
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Yung Mal & Lil Quill
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[Intro: Lil Quill & Yung Mal]
Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga
On God, huh
Fuck is you lookin' at, pussy ass nigga?
[Chorus: Lil Quill]
We havin’ bags of cash, huh
Finna roll up the lil' cookie and I'm finna mash the gas
Huh, and she shakin’ ass for cash, huh
Diamonds drip all down my neck and this shit like a water splash
Got my lil' youngin a bag, he gon' pull up with no mask, huh
Drip from my head to my pants, no we not takin' no task, huh
The thirty, that's right by my finger, can shoot, we can release some rank, huh
Top back, ridin' down Candler, two hundred miles, fast, dash
[Verse 1: Lil Quill]
Hmm, hop in that foreign, dash, huh
I cannot play with your heart, but lil' bitch, you got take off them panties, huh
Strapped up, I just got hit up, no I'm not throwin’ no hands
I got a paper tag, just copped a new strap and it came with cash, huh
Fuck is you lookin’ at? Shooter draw down and play laser tag, huh
I went to Cali, I swear to God they gave me eighty bags
Drip from my head to my toes, this shit cost me eighty racks
I really done came up from nothin' and now I get paid to laugh, haha (On God)
[Chorus: Lil Quill]
We havin’ bags of cash, huh
Finna roll up the lil' cookie and I'm finna mash the gas
Huh, and she shakin' ass for cash, huh
Diamonds drip all down my neck and this shit like a water splash
Got my lil’ youngin a bag, he gon' pull up with no mask, huh
Drip from my head to my pants, no we not takin' no task, huh
The thirty, that's right by my finger, can shoot, we can release some rank, huh
Top back, ridin' down Candler, two hundred miles, fast, dash
[Verse 2: Yung Mal]
Top down, ridin' down Candler, foreign, it got a paper tag
Yeah, I fucked her, then I passed her fast, like I'm Steve Nash
Niggas mad that we be gettin' cash, come up out a trash bag
Took a shot, I could've died, boy, I still be havin' flashbacks
Still pull up in the projects where they sell that crack at
I'm good in any hood, know some niggas that can't go back, huh
We havin' bags of cash, we havin' bags of cash
Booked a flight, I'm gone, when I land, I got jet-lag
[Chorus: Lil Quill]
We havin' bags of cash, huh
Finna roll up the lil' cookie and I'm finna mash the gas
Huh, and she shakin' ass for cash, huh
Diamonds drip all down my neck and this shit like a water splash
Got my lil' youngin a bag, he gon' pull up with no mask, huh
Drip from my head to my pants, no we not takin' no task, huh
The thirty, that's right by my finger, can shoot, we can release some rank, huh
Top back, ridin' down Candler, two hundred miles, fast, dash
Bags of Cash was produced by Gudda Tay.
Yung Mal & Lil Quill released Bags of Cash on Fri Dec 14 2018.