Money on my mind
Yea bitch it's bag Lyfe
Bitch got cut off
Cause she ain't want to act right
Kick her out cause she ain't giving head
Yea bitch I'm that type
Hoe I got my cash tight
All you niggas for the hype
In the slum coolin
Bitch I'm feeling different
Mama always told
Baby boy you been gifted
I don't got no friends
Cause these niggas love switching
Kicked her ass to the curb
Ain't got time for her bitchin
For me the blow
It's gone take a lil minute
Told bro to be patient
We gone live to see a ticket
Back 2 back fast thangs
All through da city tripping
Man free my nigga zay
Let him out
I been wishing
Everybody got motion huh
Where y'all get motion from
Niggas in the city ain't got motion
Y'all niggas bums
Man I'm out the way
Sticked up like I'm on the run
Party Lyfe Bag Lyfe
Bitch im just having fun
Money on my mind
Yea bitch it's bag Lyfe, bitch got cut off
Cause she ain't want to act right
Kick her out cause she ain't giving head
Yea bitch I'm that type
Hoe I got my cash tight
All you niggas for the hype
Boy you ain't pistol packing
How you say you got opps
And you in the city lackin
I don't rock wit niggas
It be more to them like a fraction
I stop whips when I shoot
Bitch i control the traffic
Come get yo bitch
She all ways nagging
Made another band when I sleep
How that happen
Bag Lyfe bitch
And I stand on that
Ole boy dead and gone
He ain't never coming back