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I'm up early
I'ma touch the cash nigga either way
It's no joke
I'm really checkin' bags like I'm TSA
Yeah, back in the eight, rappin' is great

This ur time to shine 
This is abundant  home

Thank god is how I’m coming 
 I made it out 
 Streets is good will hunting 
Yeah 
Made a  bag 4 left tho

to the bag, that's for certain
Got a burgundy one for the shorty and that's a Birkin
Got a black one too, with a black 22
Incase a nigga ridin' around and tryna

alcohol
Let that shit burn then ya pop another adderall
These rappers not focused
I spit some dope shit
Have em fining for some mo shit
You ain't got no

From a bag a artist weh mi write song give dem and dem gwan like the words annuh mine (and thief dat)

And when you winning you feel mi props u nuh fi

my people
7 leaf rolled 7 grams in a primo
Smoking that gas but I only burn diesel
Ops on the block tryna rob my dinero
Life is a movie Robert Dinero

promised I get it and I see commas
Bunch of frowns I see that smile that be my momma
Move out the way my nigga bout to grab the bag
Came a long way with my

em in a group chat
Actually, ay, let me get all our photos then burn em in the oven
Actually, ay, then let me do my dance while I heal from you girls

and the gang we be moving swiftly 
Straight to the bag dealing heavy duty 
Care for tits but I love fat booty 
Gimme that berry gimme that cherry 
Before before

Jump the gates, I'm chasin' kills
Drop a bag on Hookie here with Drake's and tell me how it feel

He keep talkin', hit his face
We catch him walkin', he

want the bag
girl i never let you down i never make you mad
breakfast in bed you know

you know say girl me wan give you the good life
goood life, good

They throw you in the dirt too, to try to hurt you
I still made it time, even when it's past my curfew
And now you going turnt too, someone who burns you

boy you gon feel my wrath
Dig your eyes up out your face feed him to the rats
Cut ya arms like a surgeon burn him into ash
Tie him up bag your head

I bag them up like it's free lunch
These bodies dropping back to back on the news it look like reruns
Playing in these streets gon' get you hit life

know it's all over
Finish with the, we watch them fall over
I'm securing all the bags, y'all can keep the fame
My right hand like old dog, he said I move

black socks
Don't do it for the haves, but the have nots
Tryna get the bag, but see that is a sad plot
I do it for the girls in the world, want pearls

it
Roll one up, burn gas, I'm faded Only one team, lil' nigga, I ain't tradin
I be turned up, they be hatin' All these bitches in line, they waitin

it's Rose
She like jazz so I'm calling her Jazzy
Baby gotta fashion taste so classy
And what's crazy when we met she bag me

I can tell she get what

At the bottom
The devil is dancing with me

They gon see
Imma show em all
The shit that I can be
Aint alone
I know my niggas root for me
Im too hot I burn

Taking the stand
Ain't nobody who is touching the plan
Think you know me you don't know where I stand
Chasing the bag so I keep rubber bands 
I see through

it
Burn it 
Change it
Bitch, where I gain it?
Flat bags on me, I ain't spending
So I fake it, fake it, fake it
So fake it, fake it, fake it
So fake it,

niggas
When you thought they Was some remix ones
It ain't easy bein' me, Nigga I'm cash Fuck Beatin' around the bush, Get to the point
Like Nash I burn

that I tried
Switch to my brain get the bag steady on the grind
Love is fire no wonder it burns when you find
Love is beautiful too no wonder they say

You ever did some shit so deep that you can't tell the bros
Make a stop to toss the pole, then go and burn my clothes
Make it home then sip the drink