#SANCTIFIED ANTHEM

[Verse]
Sanctified, uh, yeah, we get the bag
Too many hoes just like Santa, stuff money all inside this sack like
How you using food stamps then you brag?
Yeah, we know you don't get money, stop acting like you the man
All these niggas hating, but they really fans
How much gold in your chain? Nigga, you got zero grams
Your bitch on my dick, holding on my hands
Yeah, I'm feeling like I'm Fetty, your bitch giving me her yams
I get all this money, bitch, I got all these funds
How the fuck I overtake, but I do music for fun
I got all these blicks, bitch, I got all these guns
You acting tough, but when I tote it, all you do is run
I got all these streams, nigga, your music is buns, you a clone, nigga
Bullets hit you in your skull and in your lungs
You got all these ones, nigga, you got zero funds
How much money did I make? Nigga, I just made ton
Uh, bullets bake him like an oven
How much money did I make? Nigga, yeah, I made a dozen
Your bitch in my crib, she eat my meat, nigga, like it's Mutton
Bullets loaded, nigga, I'ma shoot him and they get to cutting
I'm above you nigga, it's decided, nigga, no discussion
Shoutout Sanctified, that's my clique and you know I love them
We gon' shoot him till clip empty, shots get to bussin'
I don't sip no lean, nigga, you know I don't sip–

[Chorus]
Sanctified, uh, yeah, we get the bag
Too many hoes just like Santa, stuff money all inside this sack like
Sanctified, uh, yeah, we get the bag
Too many hoes just like Santa, stuff money all inside this sack like
Sanctified, uh, yeah, we get the bag
Too many hoes just like Santa, stuff money all inside this sack like
Sanctified, uh, yeah, we get the bag
Too many hoes just like Santa, stuff money all inside this sack like
Sanctified, uh, yeah, we get the bag
Too many hoes just like Santa, stuff money all inside this sack like
How you using food stamps then you brag?
Yeah, we know you don't get money, stop acting like you the–
How you–, how you using food stamps then you brag?
Yeah, we know you don't get money, stop acting like you the man
Yeah, we know you don't get money, stop acting like you the man
All these niggas hating, but they really fans
How much gold in your chain? Nigga, you got zero grams
All these niggas hating, but they really fans
How much gold in your chain? Nigga, you got zero–
All these–, all these niggas hating, but they really fans
How much gold in your chain? Nigga, you got zero grams
Your bitch on my dick, holding on my hands
Yeah, I'm feeling like I'm Fetty, your bitch giving me her–