I Get The Bag

  • 專輯:I Get The Bag (feat. Migos)
  • 發行:2017-08-19
  • 演唱:Gucci Mane
字型
作詞: Quavo, Takeoff & Gucci Mane 作曲: Quavo, Takeoff & Gucci Mane
Hah, it's Gucci!
It's Drop Top, Wizop, swhoo! Skrr
Yeah! Aye
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil' mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon' fuck up her bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it's a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek (yeah!)
Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)
Them niggas that flex in the back don't say nothin' them niggas will kill for me
Backends I count 'em asleep, on fleek
100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!)
Bitch I'm a dog, give my treat
Hop out the frog and leap (leap!)
I put them bricks in the Phantom, my bitch she walk around like she Kris Jenner
I used to break and then enter
Then Takeoff run 'em like the game of temple
It's simple, I play with the mental
Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)
Canada 'cause I'm a money symbol
Walking with the racks I'm looking crippled (money!)
Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (tip her!)
A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel!)
Not from L.A. but I clip her (brrr!)
Double my cup, pour a triple
Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my)
I'm not your average or typical (I'm not your)
Look at my wrist and it's critical (look at the)
Hold it up, droppin' the temperature (droppin' the)
I get that bag on the regular (bag!)
I got a bag on my cellular (brrr!)
Backing up, bagging up vegetables
Baggin' up cookies, it's medical (cookies!)
Cocaine, codeine, et cetera
Cocaine and lean, it's federal
I take off, landin' on Nebula
As of now 20 M's on my schedule
(Takeoff!)
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil' mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon' fuck up her bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
(It's Gucci!)
Eat it up like it's a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek
I know that you niggas gettin' sick of me
These chains on my neck cost a mil' a piece
I won’t even like to freestyle for free
I put in the key and I ride the beat
I won’t even come out the house for free
I pay a nigga to drive for me
Jay-Z couldn’t even co-sign for me
I do what I want ‘cause I’m signed to me
I get the-I get the-I get the bag
They get the bag, had to cut it in half
Stop the comparing, y'all makin’ me laugh
Need the rehab, I'm addicted to cash
Convertible Wop, convertible top
My dope got a vertical, look at it hop (Skrrt-skkrt-skkrt)
And it jump out the pot
Came out of jail and went straight to the top
Take it easy baby
Middle of Summer I’m freezin’ baby
Don’t leave me baby
Just drop to your knees and please me baby
I’m fascinated two bitches so fine that I masturbated
Congratulations, she brain me so good that I graduated
They had to hate it
I don't fuck with them niggas they plastic baby
I trap a baby, I rap but own all my masters baby
It’s tragic baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic baby
I’m savage baby, I’m killin’ these niggas closed casket baby
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil' mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon' fuck up her bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it's a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek, yeah!


      • 專輯:I Get The Bag (feat. Migos)
      • 發行:2017-08-19
      • 演唱:Gucci Mane
      字型
      作詞: Quavo, Takeoff & Gucci Mane 作曲: Quavo, Takeoff & Gucci Mane
      Hah, it's Gucci!
      It's Drop Top, Wizop, swhoo! Skrr
      Yeah! Aye
      You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
      Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
      Lil' mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon' fuck up her bag (ye)
      Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
      In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
      Drop the top (drop top), when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
      Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
      Eat it up like it's a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek (yeah!)
      Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)
      Them niggas that flex in the back don't say nothin' them niggas will kill for me
      Backends I count 'em asleep, on fleek
      100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!)
      Bitch I'm a dog, give my treat
      Hop out the frog and leap (leap!)
      I put them bricks in the Phantom, my bitch she walk around like she Kris Jenner
      I used to break and then enter
      Then Takeoff run 'em like the game of temple
      It's simple, I play with the mental
      Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)
      Canada 'cause I'm a money symbol
      Walking with the racks I'm looking crippled (money!)
      Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (tip her!)
      A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel!)
      Not from L.A. but I clip her (brrr!)
      Double my cup, pour a triple
      Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my)
      I'm not your average or typical (I'm not your)
      Look at my wrist and it's critical (look at the)
      Hold it up, droppin' the temperature (droppin' the)
      I get that bag on the regular (bag!)
      I got a bag on my cellular (brrr!)
      Backing up, bagging up vegetables
      Baggin' up cookies, it's medical (cookies!)
      Cocaine, codeine, et cetera
      Cocaine and lean, it's federal
      I take off, landin' on Nebula
      As of now 20 M's on my schedule
      (Takeoff!)
      You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
      Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
      Lil' mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon' fuck up her bag (ye)
      Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
      In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
      Drop the top (drop top), when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
      Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
      (It's Gucci!)
      Eat it up like it's a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek
      I know that you niggas gettin' sick of me
      These chains on my neck cost a mil' a piece
      I won’t even like to freestyle for free
      I put in the key and I ride the beat
      I won’t even come out the house for free
      I pay a nigga to drive for me
      Jay-Z couldn’t even co-sign for me
      I do what I want ‘cause I’m signed to me
      I get the-I get the-I get the bag
      They get the bag, had to cut it in half
      Stop the comparing, y'all makin’ me laugh
      Need the rehab, I'm addicted to cash
      Convertible Wop, convertible top
      My dope got a vertical, look at it hop (Skrrt-skkrt-skkrt)
      And it jump out the pot
      Came out of jail and went straight to the top
      Take it easy baby
      Middle of Summer I’m freezin’ baby
      Don’t leave me baby
      Just drop to your knees and please me baby
      I’m fascinated two bitches so fine that I masturbated
      Congratulations, she brain me so good that I graduated
      They had to hate it
      I don't fuck with them niggas they plastic baby
      I trap a baby, I rap but own all my masters baby
      It’s tragic baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic baby
      I’m savage baby, I’m killin’ these niggas closed casket baby
      You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
      Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
      Lil' mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon' fuck up her bag (ye)
      Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
      In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
      Drop the top (drop top), when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
      Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
      Eat it up like it's a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek, yeah!

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