Lyrics:
Money bag, money bag
Money bag, bitch, I'm lookin' like a money bag
Money bag
Cardi
I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday
This is sweet
a drive by
Just a shy guy looking for a two ply
Hefty bag to hold my love
When you move me everything is groovy
They don't like it sue me, mm way you do
i'll be there for you
This is not a drive by
Just a shy guy looking for a two-ply
Hefty bag to hold my love
When you move me everything is groovy
They
a drive by
Just a shy guy looking for a 2-ply
Hefty bag to hold my love
When you move me, everything is groovy
They don't like it, sue me
Mm, the way
3 In the morning, n**a cant sleep, reach in my bag its time to get geeked
I roll dat s**t up, she naked a** f**k
She all in my covers, she wrapped in
I just rolled a backwood of some s**t ion know the name to
Tryna keep composure kuz a n***a on that drank too
I just realized won’t no day go by that
Flexing on a litre I got high
Throw the bag of doja right beside
I got hobbies I go off like Plies
If you touch me then you do deserve to die
Flexing
to the floor
And make it work
Like new bag alert
The 31st, I got paid
What a perk for putting work
Like new bag alert
She gotta twerk
She gotta drop it
Get it get it
Get it in Monday
Break it down the same day
1st on Thursday
Gone by Wednesday
Get it in Monday
Break it down the same day
1st
(no)
So every weekend you got me flying out (boy)
Sent boarding pass, I'm in 1st class
Don't need no bags, that's my baby, Damn
Okay (okay)
Get to your
This is not a drive by
Just a shy guy looking for a two-ply
Hefty bag to hold my love
When you move me everything is groovy
They don't like it sue me
Mmm
Isn’t Lust
UH! 1st Round Pick
& She All Mine
All About Our Love
Only Bag Dimes
It Should Be Illegal
She So Damn Fine
Always on My Mind
All The Time
And I'm to certified
Got Racks up to my hips like my name is plies
And I'm so versatile
Y'all don't know how I feel all the pain in my eyes
All the rappin
Tallahassee
We was sellin by the P
Shit I even broke it down to the grammy if need be
We was driving to the ply house very fucking week
We steady making movies
to get up out my feelings why you sad for
Go get you a bag though
Yeah 3 years it's just passing by I hope I make it out
I'm just hoping that one day that
violent
But she's goin' through my drawers to plant the K-Y in
I'm gettin' accused by a whore
Who smells like St. Ides and
Who has probably screwed five
Cause she know her bruda run it up
She know he really get the bag
Trappin the whole St Bernard Ave
All my bitches getting switched out
Know I gotta switch
Yeah
Baby, I'm a certified smacker
Plies, Kodak
I'm a real deal sniper, ya nah I mean?
Yeah, yeah
I know you ain't never been with no real
tomorrow like I feel today if I feel tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my bag and make my get away
Oh the St Louis woman with those diamond rings
She
You should see my ride
Bad bitch inside she gone help me rise
Turnin' heads when we ride
Talkin 2 her like i'm Plies
Pretty lips she gone kiss me
huh I was taking my chances, got couple goons like plies from the south side they be letting there stick fly coming from I come from don't shit die got
me a play
Came a long way from everyday dodging cases
Ducking the grave
You can tell by the look on my face
S**t I aint got nothin to say
Penitentiary
up)
I ain't coming through unless the bag straight
(I used to) work hard just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back
Ayo,
bells
Banners wavin' shamrocks flyin'
The parade passes by
Marching bands
To the sound of drummers drummin'
Tooraloorah-lay
On St. Patrick's Day
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