In My Bag

Yuh.... aye yo I’m standing on my crib
Smokin on the roof
Tryna figure out how to turn one into two
Keep my mind up on them dollar signs yeah I’m bout my loot
Give a fuck about a bitch and give two fucks about you
Now I’m ridin through the city and I’m ridin witcho main bitch
Yellow mama got that A-1head and she can take dick when they try and kiss me tell them bitches ion like that
Honestly I fuck em two times and send em right back, ain’t got no time for hoes
Yeah I’m bout my money, fuck I look like chasin you around ha ! girl you funny
The way you females work is the reason ion trust you, you been witcho man for 8 years and you just let me fuck you...
*hook*
Man this shit is sad cuz I met the bitch today, maybe she in love cuz I gotta handsome face
Or maybe she in love cuz she see I’m gettin paid
She want the best of both worlds I guess I’ll take the blame
Yeah I’m in my bag
Yeah they see I’m in my bag
Got the bitches yellin I’m the best they ever had
Ridin through the city keep a pistol on my lap
And I ain’t tryna talk if you ain’t talking bout the cash
Yeah I’m in my bag
Yeah they see I’m in my bag
Got the bitches yellin I’m the best they ever had
Ridin through the city keep a pistol on my lap
And I ain’t tryna talk if you ain’t talking bout the cash
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About the money I thought I told you
I be really been gettin to it let me show you
No more baggin work, that shit is old boy
I’m busy countin 4K for 1 show boy
I’m putting on I gotta get it listen ion got no choice
Ain’t my fault that my music gets you b**** p**** moist
That jail time yeah that’s the shit we tryin to avoid
They tried to give me 10 years as a savage young boy
I had to switch shit up cuz my life was destroyed
I’m tryna get them M&M’s like I am from Detroit
I trap shit they lock me up see that ain’t got no point
Cuz I done stashed more bricks in the wall than fucking Pink Floyd
*hook*
I gotta get it got no choice
I be ridin wit them toys, back then cops and robbers
Now you doubt we hear dem noise
Keep a tool up on my waist
Give a fuck what you say
All I know is play these hoes
And all I know is get that cash
*Yeah I’m in bag
Yeah they see I’m in my bag
Got the bitches yellin I’m the best they ever had
Ridin through the city keep a pistol on my lap
And I ain’t tryna talk if you ain’t talking bout the cash
Yeah I’m in bag
Yeah they see I’m in my bag
Got the bitches yellin I’m the best they ever had
Ridin through the city keep a pistol on my lap
And I ain’t tryna talk if you ain’t talking bout the cash