Lyrics:
the bag with 2 arms
Got the weed coming by the acres
Look like I robbed 2 farms
Jamaican cartel pull up, Fat Bwoy say "wahgwan?"
I just hit 'em like
backhand is horse
Simple slim, man I'm large
Mashing so big like a fo' by fo'
Show my do', and if not it's hoe by go
Ain't a hoe after I can slow my flow
Cartier specs, buffalo on the side
Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah
Cartier bag for the Cartier thot
Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred
my baggage
Hundred feet above average (average)
By twenty-one I was a savage (uh)
By twenty-two I had a foreign, by twenty-three I had crashed it
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
[Chorus x2]
You throw Rose by the case [?]
Three hundred dollar jewellery [?] we [?] by the cases.
You define my case, Gucci is got no laces
It's
story, gotta clear it by your daddy, yeah (yeah, yeah)
FBG, YSL, what's hannenin'? (What's hannenin'?)
Richard Mille, all this year, nigga, what's
Diablo
A hundred, a hundred (a hundred)
Luciano
These niggas don't keep it a hundred
Ridin' 'round in that Kompresser with my lil' bro Good
(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
Switch the weather when I want, we at the other, other spot
Me and bro ain't swappin' out our jewels, this another
fuckin tricks"
Stricktly when I'm killin them
Man, I be drillin that
Bag on the floor, legs where the ceeling at
When I'm in my room, you betta knock
You
on the TV screen?
Battle with the white man day by day
Feds takin' pictures, doin' play by play
They don't never want to see the black man eat
Nails in
I'll hit at least one (okay, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Got 'em all tannin' by the pool and they greased up (okay)
Police in my city, man, I keep they
solve em by dropping 100 stack
I want 99 hundred racks
you can’t flaunt only taunt what you want without that money bag
99 hundreds racks,
Ain’t enough
antisocial
No I don't fuck with money
Nerd bag nigga chains
Man and I ain't really friendly
Niggas indirect so when I catch
'em I'ma fuckin' bend 'em
Upped
On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand
four Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
And I watch a pretty penny I'm talkin hundred or more
My critique for 'leet, not for the cheap
And my money
moves (got 'em)
A hundred racks in blues (Franks)
In a shoebox, hell nah, them ain't no motherfuckin' shoes (racks)
(Ayy, what you do, nigga?)
Took
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
what you're talkin' bout
And my eagle, still got it all in the bag, B
All you did was play possum
Yo, come on
Six hundred Cuban cigar in the big tub
with the heat man
And we steppin' on a nigga feet man
80 pair of sneakers came from the D game
Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing
Brown bag
with the heat man
And we steppin' on a nigga feet man
80 pair of sneakers came from the D game
Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing
Brown bag
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
the lake outside away you flow
And this I know
I got 100 on my dash, got 200 in my trunk
Name in the grab bags, put my Bible in the trunk
Taaka vodka
cash should be the last resort so make it last for the risk you took
Trick, you shook your ass for some hundred dollar heels and a designer bag
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