Money Bag (Acapella)

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Kane Koca

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Yeah I know every hustla' know about that money bag
Some got that Fendi
Some got that Gucci
I don't give a f*ck man
Just give me the bag

Big ol' money bag
Big ol' money bag
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Big ol' bag, it got G's on it
Big ass crib
I spent cheese on it
Then my dick nigga, she want it
Not just her, all three want it
Big dog, no fleas on him
Y'all walk nigga, we runnin' it
The shit that these niggas chase
I ain't worried about it nigga
We done it
Why you demonstrate, hate tho
That's the shit that I don't like
Petty bitch with an attitude
That's the bitch that I won't wife
Bankroll myself nigga
Got hustle all in my bloodline
It ain't really nothin' I can't get
If I want it homie
Just know it's mine
Keep a big ass gun clipped real long
Smoke in my lungs
Shit real strong
From the STL to the A, nigga
Up to the NYC
Back to the Bay with it
I'm gon' grind
But you can tell that
She say no to you, to me hell yes
Hit that hoe
Wet splash with it
Got me goin' back in my bag with it

Big ol' money bag
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I like that bread with the blue strips
If your ass don't know
I like to count up
Hop on the plane and take a few trips
And on my ass, stay designer
Dark shades, I call it night sight
Fifty deep when I'm fall in
Dope Boy Fresh from the foot to neck
I keep collecting checks
Bitch, I'm all in
Bitch niggas tryna hate on me
Bad bitches still waitin' on me
Duffel bag full of cake, homie
Keep hitters with me cause they stay on it
Three Kings with they face up
Lunchtime we eat plates up
Her ass shake it's earthquake
Stop sleepin' on me
Bitch, wake up
They know how I move in the city
Where niggas is gritty and grind for the bread
Take a shot of Ciroc
That lil' pussy gon' pop
And my pistol, it's cocked, so beware
I'm just droppin' the top
Blowin' trees that's in stock
Give no f*ck about opps
Who cares
Impeccable swag, bitch
Now watch me go in my bag of chips
I'm the one that you should worry about
They askin' me my whereabouts
From LA to the NYC
Big ol' money bags come with me
It's Koca

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