| Everybody know #00 I got that bag |
| Pockets stay filled with racks thats why my pants sag |
| Fendi, Gucci, Prada hell yea I got that swag |
| It’s one thing I don’t play about and thats my cash |
| Everybody know #00 yea I got that bag |
| Fucking wit my bag then my shooters on yo ass |
| I will never cuff a thot cause them bitches straggs |
| Middle fingers to you haters, all you niggas mad |
| I be bout my cash, I gets lots of dough |
| I be ridin' in that foreigns, I fuck lots of hoes |
| True Religion this, Fendi that, thats my clothes |
| And you know my niggas they be strapped just like Girbauds |
| Imma hitta were i’m from yeah I gots lots of rank |
| If worst come to worst, I might rob a bank |
| I go hard in the paint, I ain’t talkin' Flocka Flame |
| Yeah my name hold weight and thottianas give me brain |
| Nigga hold up, nigga roll up one more blunt cause i’m losin my patience |
| I got shooters that a shoot ya with the Rugers just to make they self famous |
| Fuck yal all you niggas can’t stop me cause you lame ass niggas hatin' |
| And my flow so fuckin' hot, you would think I was possessed by satan |
| My niggas do this shit, yeah we bout that life |
| If you owe a nigga money, then you better pay that price |
| It’s a SOS on yo head, and thats shoot on sight |
| I got lil niggas that’ll get you gone just to get some stripes |
| My swag up bitch get that, that lame shit ain’t wit that |
| Yo bitch? Yeah I hit that and split that like a kit kat |
| All I know is get stacks and spend that and get back |
| If a nigga holdin onto work then the goofy nigga gon' get jacked |