The Bag

[Hook]

I the bag yo
I get the money right, yeah
I the bag yo
I get the money right, yeah
I the bag yo
I get the money right, yeah
I get the bag
I get the bag
I get the bag, yeah

[Verse 1]

Why you playing with my money?
Why you out here faking jacks?
Time for you to pay the money back
You gon make a nigga get the strap!
I want it all with interests
So you own a nigga fifty racks
Kept it smooth for a while now
Don’t you dare tell me to relax
Prick
I want it all in cash (cash)
I want it all in cash (cash)
I’mma count it with the money machine
Just in case you ever pull the dash
We used to be friends but that’s all in the past
Give me my money, miss me with the past
Now hurry up, tell me where’s the fucking stash
And don’t make me lose it, ‘fore I let it blast
Look

[Bridge]

I ain’t here to play
(I ain’t here to play)
It’s best for you to stay out of my way
(Stay out of my way)
Can’t you see i’m on a paper chase
(On a paper chase)
Yah
That’s all there is to say man

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Stop playing with my patience
And I won’t resolve to violence
You the type to mess around with people’s cash
And wonder why my people wildin
Nigga you the one who’s wildin
What you know about a stomach growling
You don’t grind like we grind
Hustle like we hustle
For this paper why you lyin?
You’s a rich kid, talking street shit
With no freak bitch, stop lying
Heard yo’ weak diss, I got mad chicks
Who would set you up, stop trying
I don’t really need to play the tough guy
Cuz trust me you ain’t hard to find
Shoot a nigga, pff why try?
When there’s plenty shooters I can hire
Look

[Bridge]

[Hook]