Bag / Act Video (MV)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I grab the bag the I flip it by flip it
I mean double the tickets and the tickets are the checks I'm getting
Just by letting them listen, I'm on a motherf*ckin' mission

To get some loot and Prada or Louis V linen
Got your head repetitively spinnin
At the same time, you tryna comprehend what I'm givin
She a ten, but the problem within I'm sittin' writin

With no pen, gotta move out the mitten
Open bottles in the car at sixteen, I was really livin
Soakin' down her water, I'm a fiend for the f*ckin' feelin
You on that lean because you think it'll get you trippin

Like the first time you tried it, wishin' to go back every time you try it
But nothin' will hit the same, you waitin' on a surprise, I guess
He gon' hide in a nest, or he gon' walk outside with a bulletproof vest
F*ck it, go ahead and take the shots at his neck

Once I give the permission, his family gets no more texts
Once they finally realize that the relative is dead
You can take the treasures and the property that he second-handedly left
And that's a lot of f*ckin' numbers for someone who always regrets

The shit that they put out, you have no clue about
This tragedy that will leave a mess, I'm tryin' not to shout
But the bigger the bag, the sicker amount
And word to the dreams, when I rest, got handed bands repeatedly over

I am down for a test
4 leaf Clover, will succeed to success
Thought I told you, not the looks that got me obsessed
She bend it over like I'm the only one attached

You been actin' sober, I'm a different act
The culture turns to vultures, I'm dodgin' rats
I'm full of all your shit, made him take a nap
4Cem in a coma, that's a separate road, though

If you want more then you need an awards from the coach hoe
You're listenin' to the coach, I'm the f*ckin' king, of you roaches
I make every sentence my players and the beats, the losing opponent
I'm in here with psychos, talkin' heroin doses

You don't know the ropes to this shit, you better focus
They say you want a bag, then I approach it
Big bags come, who the f*ck wrote this shit
Spin with mags or his limbs get detached, we ruthless

She want a couple of checks, I said, just do it
I'm gon' get a bag, make profit, then I prove it
They get so sad, need to stop it, need to move it
Walkin' with the bag, and they basically lose it

You all lil' lads to my music
She got a big bag in the back, but she don't use it
You been actin' sober, I'm a different act
The culture turns to vultures, I'm dodgin' rats

I'm full of all your shit, made him take a nap
And once you get a bag, they think you're in an act