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worries about talking around with a strap
Or a nigga trynna buck me for the work I use to bag
Had to get it I got it , had to get it I got it
If I rob again

talk much
I'm more for showing
Lemonade stands
Money trees
I'm growing
All the bags of dough that I throw
I'm blowing
She's knows I'm the baddest bitch

Picking back where we left off, probably lied ain't have service
Got my own bag with no investors, I can't lie and say it'll end perfect
Niggas

Pretty woman
Where you goin now
I heard you stick your nose in places you know it shouldn't be
Like in a bag of powder
And I used to feel some type

shift
Rolling up the haze, burn through my wages
Live for weekend
Life comes in stages
I'm in that stage right now
You better watch how you speak
'Cause

you run away hope you burn in it
Now she throw it back put the work in it
Maybe it's just an illusion
Check your pocket there's a perc in it
Oh wait

And you're who I blame
Got me feeling ashamed
You act like what I showed was nothing true
I really blew a bag on you, that's new
Broke my soul and burn my

ain't Da Baby
What you talking bout hoe is you KRAZY
I WISH a nigga would play me
Like I'm a game so save it
Chasing this bag I'm not LAZY
I don't want

don't expect excuses just results
Hustle get it in grind catapult
30 G'z in investments all slow earners gotta cope
Bags flipping but at the same time you

a saxophone
And I love smooth jazz
Doing this for years money not too bad
Stuff a couple P's in these brand new bags
Betta hit the trees when I hand you that

You snap and you bag it
And flex on your private
The jet like a pilot that's webbed by a spider
Watch how you light up the blunt
Icarus' wings
You're

Sick as fuck
Sick as fuck

I just want my money bag
I'm off the shit
I don't give no fucks
Lil bitch I'm focusing
Burn my shirt I'm high the venue

And its time to wake them right now

And its time to wake them right now
Bend the medal
Bringing bikes out
They can't catch us
Burn the lights out

Pushing

China Town
わたしもいこく(lxvr)じんね
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay
Tell that bitch run it back
Goth bitch
Yeah, she bad
Talk shit
Burn that bridge
Load the clip
16 stacks

up at his brain
Yeah that boy gone feel my pain
I ain't got nothing to lose but I got a fucking lot to gain
I ain't really in the mood I'm tryna burn

and round
Full circle
Here we go again
I can't escape
Use me as a means to justify the end
Don't bite the feeding hand

There is a spark I refuse
To let burn

Now I'm trapped in a tunnel with no light left
Fear of the unknown it burns in my chest
Like a harsh reality I can't digest
I wish things could go back

When I get the bag
Haters get the drag
My pen mightier than swords
I could fight a dragon
I can do so many things when I imagine
I just be up in my

blocking the stage
It's feeling my rage
Like what is your purpose
Like nigga behave
Before you be laid
Dead in the hearses
Ya bag it ain't Birkin naw
Just

care less
No time to relax
I need another bag
Should think about a durag
living my best life
They all Come and go
The goose said
Duck duck fuck fuck
Duck

been lied to, people always tryna act real till its time to
Chasin me a bag fore i chase bitches
Spent a hunnid k on tatts yeah six digits
Ain't the time

(Straight up)
Uh
Get your bag, get your cash
Take that beat, make a track
Down by twenty, bring it back
Light the matches, burn the pack
Go around

burn it down
Shorty want to come around got to earn it now
Got the crowd going wild like it's rolling loud
Doing shows in your town and we sold them out

sometimes it's you I ignore
Because to be honest I just cant come to terms
With everything I did and I just hope it fucken burns
A real good girl with a dirt