"In My Bag" lyrics
Yeah
Ay, yo, I'm standing on my crib
Smokin' on the roof
Tryna figure out how to turn one into two
Keep my mind up on the dollar signs
Caring about my loot
Give a fuck about a bitch and give two fucks about you
Now I'm ridin' through the city
And I'm riding with your main bitch
Yellow mama got that A1 head and she can take dick
When they try and kiss me, tell 'em bitches, "I don't like that"
Honestly, I fuck 'em two times and send 'em right back
Ain't got no time for hoes
Yeah, I'm about my money
Fuck, I look like chasin' you around?
Ha, girl, you funny
The way you females work is the reason I don't trust you
You been with your man for eight years and you just let me fuck you
Man this shit is sad 'cause I met the met the bitch today
Maybe she in love 'cause I gotta have some face
Or maybe she in love 'cause she see I'm getting paid
She want the best of both worlds, I guess I'll take the blame
Yeah, I'm in my bag, yeah, they see I'm in my bag
Got the bitches yellin' I'm the best they ever had
Ridin' through the city, keep a pistol on my lap
And I ain't tryin' to talk if you ain't talkin' about the cash
Yeah, I'm in my bag, yeah, they see I'm in my bag
Got the bitches yellin' I'm the best they ever had
Ri-ri-ri-riding through the city, keep a pistol on my lap
And I ain't tryin' to talk if you ain't talkin' about the cash
I'm about the money, I thought I told you
I be really getting to it, let me show you
No more baggin' work, that shit is over boy
I'm busy counting 4k for one show, boy
I'm puttin' on, I gotta get it, listen I ain't got no choice
Ain't my fault that my music get your bitch pussy moist
That jail time, yeah, that's the shit we are trying to avoid
They tried to give me ten years as a savage young boy
I had to switch it up 'cause my life was destroyed
I'm trying to get them M&M's like I am from Detroit
I trap shit, they lock me up, see that ain't got no point
'Cause I don' stashed more bricks in the wall that fucking Pink Floyd
Gotta get it, got no choice, I be 'bout it with them toys
Back then, cops and robbers, now you die when you hear that noise
Keep a toolie on my waste
Give a fuck what you say
All I know is play these hoes
And all I know is get that cash
Yeah, I'm in my bag, yeah they see I'm in my bag
Got the bitches yellin' I'm the best they ever had
Ridin' through the city, keep a pistol on my lap
And I ain't tryin' to talk if you ain't talkin' about the cash
Yeah, I'm in my bag, yeah, they see I'm in my bag
Got the bitches yellin' I'm the best they ever had
Ri-ri-ri-riding through the city, keep a pistol on my lap
And I ain't tryin' to talk if you ain't talkin' about the cash
Ay, yo, I'm standing on my crib
Smokin' on the roof
Tryna figure out how to turn one into two
Keep my mind up on the dollar signs
Caring about my loot
Give a fuck about a bitch and give two fucks about you
Now I'm ridin' through the city
And I'm riding with your main bitch
Yellow mama got that A1 head and she can take dick
When they try and kiss me, tell 'em bitches, "I don't like that"
Honestly, I fuck 'em two times and send 'em right back
Ain't got no time for hoes
Yeah, I'm about my money
Fuck, I look like chasin' you around?
Ha, girl, you funny
The way you females work is the reason I don't trust you
You been with your man for eight years and you just let me fuck you
Man this shit is sad 'cause I met the met the bitch today
Maybe she in love 'cause I gotta have some face
Or maybe she in love 'cause she see I'm getting paid
She want the best of both worlds, I guess I'll take the blame
Yeah, I'm in my bag, yeah, they see I'm in my bag
Got the bitches yellin' I'm the best they ever had
Ridin' through the city, keep a pistol on my lap
And I ain't tryin' to talk if you ain't talkin' about the cash
Yeah, I'm in my bag, yeah, they see I'm in my bag
Got the bitches yellin' I'm the best they ever had
Ri-ri-ri-riding through the city, keep a pistol on my lap
And I ain't tryin' to talk if you ain't talkin' about the cash
I'm about the money, I thought I told you
I be really getting to it, let me show you
No more baggin' work, that shit is over boy
I'm busy counting 4k for one show, boy
I'm puttin' on, I gotta get it, listen I ain't got no choice
Ain't my fault that my music get your bitch pussy moist
That jail time, yeah, that's the shit we are trying to avoid
They tried to give me ten years as a savage young boy
I had to switch it up 'cause my life was destroyed
I'm trying to get them M&M's like I am from Detroit
I trap shit, they lock me up, see that ain't got no point
'Cause I don' stashed more bricks in the wall that fucking Pink Floyd
Gotta get it, got no choice, I be 'bout it with them toys
Back then, cops and robbers, now you die when you hear that noise
Keep a toolie on my waste
Give a fuck what you say
All I know is play these hoes
And all I know is get that cash
Yeah, I'm in my bag, yeah they see I'm in my bag
Got the bitches yellin' I'm the best they ever had
Ridin' through the city, keep a pistol on my lap
And I ain't tryin' to talk if you ain't talkin' about the cash
Yeah, I'm in my bag, yeah, they see I'm in my bag
Got the bitches yellin' I'm the best they ever had
Ri-ri-ri-riding through the city, keep a pistol on my lap
And I ain't tryin' to talk if you ain't talkin' about the cash
