Help me out Rios
Get the bag
The hate is on the way
They coming I see them
Tell your baby daddy
Don't come in my DM
Spend his bag up
I want him
You can keep him
Not conceited
But I act like
I don't know him
When I see him
I want him
I don't need him
I don't want to be his BM
Big facts, get them racks
Send him back to his BM
This a bad bitch alert
Might get your feelings hurt
Making stops on his tour
Cause he wanna hit me first
Back, back backing it up
All this money on the floor
And now we stacking it up
Rack, rack racking it up
Hundred bands in the mattress
Living lavish as f*ck
Is you thirsty bitch?
Get you a cup
All these bottles in my section
Yeah we running it up
Yeah we running it up
Coming through in a clut
Arch it back, poke it out
Give that tummy a tuck
Roll it up
Hit the gas
Put it in gear move fast
Nah, get the bag
Get the bag
Get the bag
Get the bag
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get the bag
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get the bag
What are those?
F*ck is y'all doing?
These pumps, red bottoms
Not you ins
Pull up like Post Malone
Got them sayin wow
Whole crew smoking that loud
Bout to go live
They gonna tap in
On stage looking
Like I'm bout to give a lap dance
Make it clap then
Throw it back then
Say you balling, ha
Show me that cash then
Spend it on me
I need a Benz or Rollie
Me and my bitches hopping out
Like Kim and Khloe
And my friends is Shady
Like Swift and Obie
I don't f*ck with the phonies
I'm getting lit with the homies
I don't trick for the money
I get the brick on my lonely
I get the bag
I have a bad bitch
Pick it up for me
I'm in the front like it's shotty
So take a sip if it's on me
And now they tripping off the drip
I just dropped 60 like Kobe
Back, back backing it up
All this money on the floor
And now we stacking it up
Rack, rack racking it up
Hundred bands in the mattress
Living lavish as f*ck
Is you thirsty bitch?
Get you a cup
All these bottles in my section
Yeah we running it up
Yeah we running it up
Coming through in a clut
Arch it back, poke it out
Give that tummy a tuck
Roll it up
Hit the gas
Put it in gear move fast
Nah, get the bag
Get the bag
Get the bag
Get the bag
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get the bag
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get the bag
Get the bag
Get, get, get the bag
Ashley Wimer - Get The Bag Lyrics
Ashley Wimer - Get The Bag Lyrics
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Help me out Rios
Get the bag
The hate is on the way
They coming I see them
Tell your baby daddy
Don't come in my DM
Spend his bag up
I want him
You can keep him
Not conceited
But I act like
I don't know him
When I see him
I want him
I don't need him
I don't want to be his BM
Big facts, get them racks
Send him back to his BM
This a bad bitch alert
Might get your feelings hurt
Making stops on his tour
Cause he wanna hit me first
Back, back backing it up
All this money on the floor
And now we stacking it up
Rack, rack racking it up
Hundred bands in the mattress
Living lavish as f*ck
Is you thirsty bitch?
Get you a cup
All these bottles in my section
Yeah we running it up
Yeah we running it up
Coming through in a clut
Arch it back, poke it out
Give that tummy a tuck
Roll it up
Hit the gas
Put it in gear move fast
Nah, get the bag
Get the bag
Get the bag
Get the bag
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get the bag
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get the bag
What are those?
F*ck is y'all doing?
These pumps, red bottoms
Not you ins
Pull up like Post Malone
Got them sayin wow
Whole crew smoking that loud
Bout to go live
They gonna tap in
On stage looking
Like I'm bout to give a lap dance
Make it clap then
Throw it back then
Say you balling, ha
Show me that cash then
Spend it on me
I need a Benz or Rollie
Me and my bitches hopping out
Like Kim and Khloe
And my friends is Shady
Like Swift and Obie
I don't f*ck with the phonies
I'm getting lit with the homies
I don't trick for the money
I get the brick on my lonely
I get the bag
I have a bad bitch
Pick it up for me
I'm in the front like it's shotty
So take a sip if it's on me
And now they tripping off the drip
I just dropped 60 like Kobe
Back, back backing it up
All this money on the floor
And now we stacking it up
Rack, rack racking it up
Hundred bands in the mattress
Living lavish as f*ck
Is you thirsty bitch?
Get you a cup
All these bottles in my section
Yeah we running it up
Yeah we running it up
Coming through in a clut
Arch it back, poke it out
Give that tummy a tuck
Roll it up
Hit the gas
Put it in gear move fast
Nah, get the bag
Get the bag
Get the bag
Get the bag
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get the bag
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get the bag
Get the bag
Get, get, get the bag
Get the bag
The hate is on the way
They coming I see them
Tell your baby daddy
Don't come in my DM
Spend his bag up
I want him
You can keep him
Not conceited
But I act like
I don't know him
When I see him
I want him
I don't need him
I don't want to be his BM
Big facts, get them racks
Send him back to his BM
This a bad bitch alert
Might get your feelings hurt
Making stops on his tour
Cause he wanna hit me first
Back, back backing it up
All this money on the floor
And now we stacking it up
Rack, rack racking it up
Hundred bands in the mattress
Living lavish as f*ck
Is you thirsty bitch?
Get you a cup
All these bottles in my section
Yeah we running it up
Yeah we running it up
Coming through in a clut
Arch it back, poke it out
Give that tummy a tuck
Roll it up
Hit the gas
Put it in gear move fast
Nah, get the bag
Get the bag
Get the bag
Get the bag
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get the bag
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get the bag
What are those?
F*ck is y'all doing?
These pumps, red bottoms
Not you ins
Pull up like Post Malone
Got them sayin wow
Whole crew smoking that loud
Bout to go live
They gonna tap in
On stage looking
Like I'm bout to give a lap dance
Make it clap then
Throw it back then
Say you balling, ha
Show me that cash then
Spend it on me
I need a Benz or Rollie
Me and my bitches hopping out
Like Kim and Khloe
And my friends is Shady
Like Swift and Obie
I don't f*ck with the phonies
I'm getting lit with the homies
I don't trick for the money
I get the brick on my lonely
I get the bag
I have a bad bitch
Pick it up for me
I'm in the front like it's shotty
So take a sip if it's on me
And now they tripping off the drip
I just dropped 60 like Kobe
Back, back backing it up
All this money on the floor
And now we stacking it up
Rack, rack racking it up
Hundred bands in the mattress
Living lavish as f*ck
Is you thirsty bitch?
Get you a cup
All these bottles in my section
Yeah we running it up
Yeah we running it up
Coming through in a clut
Arch it back, poke it out
Give that tummy a tuck
Roll it up
Hit the gas
Put it in gear move fast
Nah, get the bag
Get the bag
Get the bag
Get the bag
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get the bag
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get it
Get the bag
Get the bag
Get, get, get the bag
Writer: ASHLEY MARIA WIMER
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave