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[Chorus]
All these lame niggas in my way, I can't see straight
Tilda push a nigga to the side, now I can see great
Racks coming in, give a fuck what he or she say
(Shit)
(All these lame niggas in my way, I can't see straight)
Yeah
Yeah, racks coming in, give a fuck what he or she (Say)
Please don't call me, tell these hoes get off me
Shooters in the lobby, bet' not try to rob me
You niggas work 9-to-5's, I make racks as a hobby
See that they can't stop me, so they try to copy

[Verse 1]
You not really that, I guess
You not making cash, I guess
"So you only want sex?," you bet
I already hit your friend, your next
Shе don't know what else to say, but yes
Shе don't know what else to say, but I guess

[Refrain]
Yeah, I guess
I guess, I guess

[Verse 2]
She just text my phone
She like "Hey. How you doing?"
Said "I seen you doing your thing, in LA, making music."
Nike on my fit so if I feel it, I'ma do it
Okay
I get to the cash, I get to the bag
(I get to the bag, I get to the bag)
Laser on the stick, the opp with sticks, we playing tag

[Chorus]
All these lame niggas in my way, I can't see straight
Tilda push a nigga to the side, now I can see great
Racks coming in, give a fuck what he or she say
Please don't call me, tell these hoes get off me
Shooters in the lobby, bet' not try to rob me
You niggas work 9-to-5's, I make racks as a hobby
See that they can't stop me, so they try to copy

[Outro]
I get to the bag, I get to the bag
I get to the bag, I get to the bag
I get to the bag, I get to the bag