"GET MY BAG RIGHT" lyrics
Freddy Got Magic Lyrics
(feat. E HUNCHO)
Get my bag right
I'm in love with that cash
Get my bag right
I'm in love with that cash
Get my bag right
Freddy turn up, I did, I did
They was hatin' on me, that's all they did
Nigga said what? I'm dead, I'm dead
I just gott made that call, he dead
Nigga say what? He talk like Ted
Soft like Ted, Mama said
Off his head, talk is cheap
Tax is sharp, arm and leg
CC's on in the jects I put niggas on in the jects
Need to eat, get near
Imagine tryna die over a bitch
Same hoe in my section right now, tryna eat my ear
Broke, keep texting me threats
Said he finna kill me but it just don't feel sincere
All you gotta do is say that
Put the pistol to his wave cap
I'm tryna get this tear
Bro, tryna crash on me
He really wanna be somebody
Baby girl, you got a sexy body
Know she wanna fuck, be honest
All them bodies, no homi's
Her pussy bald and shiny like Kami
I feel like OJ, I feel like Kanye
I'm late for a deal finna do his ass bogus
His neck worth 30 finna do his ass bogus
One gun in the trap finna do his ass bogus
Set him up off an app finna do his ass bogus
I'm a get money nigga can't help it
Nigga get it gone just sell it
Stop fuckin' that hoe, she a reckless hoe
Stop fuckin' that hoe, she a regular hoe
Freddy turn up, I did, I did
They was hatin' on me, that's all they did
Nigga said what? I'm dead, I'm dead
I just gott made that call, he dead
Nigga say what? He talk like Ted
Soft like Ted, Mama said
Off his head, talk is cheap
Tax is sharp, arm and leg
CC's on in the jects I put niggas on in the jects
Need to eat, get near
Imagine tryna die over a bitch
Same hoe in my section right now, tryna eat my ear
Broke, keep texting me threats
Said he finna kill me but it just don't feel sincere
All you gotta do is say that
Put the pistol to his wave cap
I'm tryna get this tear
Talk is cheap, but this shit'll never come for free
Runnin' up that cash, hell yeah, I'm in love with that
Get my bag right, I'm in love with that cash
Get my bag right, I'm in love with that cash
Get my bag right
Fuck up on my flow and I'ma get this shit right
How you tell you need me, baby girl, but you ain't right, nah
How you gonna try to fuck that gang outta spite, uh
I could look that bitch and see that dirt up in her eye, uh
Came from offing ramen, uh, only eating noodles, uh
Acting like she bop I know she sad she misconstrued, uh
Fuckin' down my flow, hell nah, don't trust no dude, uh
Get up close, we knock him down and leave him with no clue, uh
Runnin' up that cash, hell yeah, I'm in love with that
Get my bag right, I'm in love with that cash
Get my bag right, I'm in love with that cash
Get my bag right
I'm in love with that cash
Get my bag right
I'm in love with that cash
Get my bag right
Freddy turn up, I did, I did
They was hatin' on me, that's all they did
Nigga said what? I'm dead, I'm dead
I just gott made that call, he dead
Nigga say what? He talk like Ted
Soft like Ted, Mama said
Off his head, talk is cheap
Tax is sharp, arm and leg
CC's on in the jects I put niggas on in the jects
Need to eat, get near
Imagine tryna die over a bitch
Same hoe in my section right now, tryna eat my ear
Broke, keep texting me threats
Said he finna kill me but it just don't feel sincere
All you gotta do is say that
Put the pistol to his wave cap
I'm tryna get this tear
Bro, tryna crash on me
He really wanna be somebody
Baby girl, you got a sexy body
Know she wanna fuck, be honest
All them bodies, no homi's
Her pussy bald and shiny like Kami
I feel like OJ, I feel like Kanye
I'm late for a deal finna do his ass bogus
His neck worth 30 finna do his ass bogus
One gun in the trap finna do his ass bogus
Set him up off an app finna do his ass bogus
I'm a get money nigga can't help it
Nigga get it gone just sell it
Stop fuckin' that hoe, she a reckless hoe
Stop fuckin' that hoe, she a regular hoe
Freddy turn up, I did, I did
They was hatin' on me, that's all they did
Nigga said what? I'm dead, I'm dead
I just gott made that call, he dead
Nigga say what? He talk like Ted
Soft like Ted, Mama said
Off his head, talk is cheap
Tax is sharp, arm and leg
CC's on in the jects I put niggas on in the jects
Need to eat, get near
Imagine tryna die over a bitch
Same hoe in my section right now, tryna eat my ear
Broke, keep texting me threats
Said he finna kill me but it just don't feel sincere
All you gotta do is say that
Put the pistol to his wave cap
I'm tryna get this tear
Talk is cheap, but this shit'll never come for free
Runnin' up that cash, hell yeah, I'm in love with that
Get my bag right, I'm in love with that cash
Get my bag right, I'm in love with that cash
Get my bag right
Fuck up on my flow and I'ma get this shit right
How you tell you need me, baby girl, but you ain't right, nah
How you gonna try to fuck that gang outta spite, uh
I could look that bitch and see that dirt up in her eye, uh
Came from offing ramen, uh, only eating noodles, uh
Acting like she bop I know she sad she misconstrued, uh
Fuckin' down my flow, hell nah, don't trust no dude, uh
Get up close, we knock him down and leave him with no clue, uh
Runnin' up that cash, hell yeah, I'm in love with that
Get my bag right, I'm in love with that cash
Get my bag right, I'm in love with that cash
Get my bag right
