Bag lyrics

[Hook]

I Got The Swag, Got The Bag, And The Bitches, Too

We On Yo Ass, So Think Fast, Cus We Finna Shoot

You Better Shut Yo Mouth, Fuck Nigga

Fo’ We Run Up In Yo House, Fuck Nigga

My Bitches Bad, I Be Flyer Than A Parachute

I Make Em Mad, Do The Dash In A Bentley Coupe

So Put Yo Money Where Yo Mouth At, Nigga

We Know That You Ain’t Bout That, Nigga

[Verse 1]

Bitch, I’m On Fire!

Ima Fuck Around And Make These Pussy Niggas Retire!

You Won’t Make It In These Streets If You Wasn’t Born A Survivor

Yo Bitch Give Me Sloppy Top, She Fill My Dick With Saliva

Ya Lookin’ Fo’ Us, Nigga, Then You Know Where To Find Us

I Swear Man, Everywhere I Go, I Always See Cameras

We Turn Around And We See Paparazzi Behind Us

I Wake Up, Get That Cake, And Spend That Shit In Pajamas

These Hoes Be On My Dick, But Me, I Always Decline Em

RIDER!

Doin’ Donuts In The Parkin’ Lot, I’m Burnin The Tires

If He Say He Could Fuck With Me, That Nigga A Liar

I Just Popped Another Ecstasy And It Got Me Higher

Now You Know I’m The Fuckin Man! The Fuckin Man

Lotta Dope In My Fuckin Hands, Like The Baker Man

I Hope This Pussy Nigga Understand, I’m Not Ya Man

Nigga, I Don’t Wanna Shake Ya Hand, I’m Not A Fan

(NAWWW, NAWWW!)

[Hook]

I Got The Swag, Got The Bag, And The Bitches, Too!

We On Yo Ass, So Think Fast, Cus We Finna Shoot!

Yu Betta Shut Yo Mouth, Fuck Nigga!

Fo’ We Run Up In Yo House, Fuck Nigga!

My Bitches Bad, I Be Flyer Than A Parachute

I Make Em Mad, Do The Dash In A Bentley Coupe

So Put Yo Money Where Yo Mouth At, Nigga!

We Know That You Ain’t Bout That, Nigga

[Verse 2]

Ridin’ Down The Highway, With My Baby

My Rims Dancin’, Forgiatos Do The Nay-Nay

I Had One Wish To Be Rich Like I’m Ray J

And If You Owe Me Money, Boy You Better Pay Me

On These Beats, I Go Nuts Like A Payday

You Better Fix Yo Fuckin Hat, Cus We Gangbang

You Say You On That Bullshit, We On The Same Thing

I Watch My Niggas Rob Ya, You A Fuckin Plain Jane

Niggas Hate On Me, That Shit Come With The Rap Game

But I Was Taught To Remain Focused And Maintain

That Nigga Ain't Got No Game, He’s A No Name!

And Bitch I Treat The Rap Game Like The Dope Game

Bitch, I’m With The Low Gang, You Niggas So Lame

I Got These Bitches Dancing Like They On The Soul Train

I Damn Near Made A Million Dollars Off The Cocaine

Aye Kid, This Beat Is FIRE, Hope It Come With Propane

GANG!

[Hook]

I Got The Swag, Got The Bag, And The Bitches, Too!

We On Yo Ass, So Think Fast, Cus We Finna Shoot!

Yu Betta Shut Yo Mouth, Fuck Nigga!

Fo’ We Run Up In Yo House, Fuck Nigga!

My Bitches Bad, I Be Flyer Than A Parachute

I Make Em Mad, Do The Dash In A Bentley Coupe

So Put Yo Money Where Yo Mouth At, Nigga!

We Know That You Ain’t Bout That, Nigga