Yeah, man, it's that boy B Frank, man
Got me on these hot beats with Fernyar
Representing for the ville out here
You know what I'm talking about
Yeah, yeah
Aye
I want them dollars
That moolah
The bread
All I do is hustle, homie
I just want the bag
I've been hustling, and grinding
For that cash
But the game don't love nobody
And these streets won't love you back
I keep my mind all on the moolah
Foot all in they ass
I don't do no breaking, oh, no
I just hit the gas
All I do is hustle
I just want the bags
Came up off the struggle Now blue hundreds coming fast
Trying to stunt so damn hard that they gotta hate Seeing my smile they can't tolerate, but keeping it G how I operate
I'm needing this dough for my mama's sake
Get me some funds give my daddy some
If we keeping it real, I'm a savage
The money turn me to an addict
I've been hustling hard for the cabbage
How the hell could I stunt if it's not with the fam
When these niggas stunt, man, it's just for the gram
Dead president's in the palm of my hand
Swear it be calling, it's all in my head
Saying it's nothing, they tripping, just trust me, Without no money, this shit
Can get ugly
And just to get money, this shit can get ugly
Palms get to itching in
Money discussions
I was given this world, no, I didn't make it
Nothing come to me so I gotta take it
Grants, Jacksons, Benjamin Franklins
Moneys the motive, so nigga what's shaking
Came out the hood, so I had it rough
When it come to the dough, always had enough
Always stacking the bread, I can't have enough
I'm just watching the numbers keep adding up
I want them dollars
That moolah
The bread
All I do is hustle, homie
I just want the bag
I've been hustling, and grinding
For that cash
But the game don't love nobody
And these streets won't love you back
I keep my mind all on the moolah
Foot all in they ass
I don't do no breaking, oh, no
I just hit the gas
All I do is hustle
I just want the bags
Came up off the struggle Now blue hundreds coming fast
Niggas be claiming they hustlers
I think they just talking trash
It's money up, and yeah, that's for life
My squad is the dopest, tho I hate to brag
Blowing it fast, I've been chasing the cash
The government wrong, everything getting taxed
If I loan you some bread, then I'm needing it back Sorry not sorry, I'm speaking these facts
Shining so hard like a diamond, my nigga
God gave me heart like a lion, my nigga
I sharpen my iron, with iron, my nigga
Forged cause I walked through the fire, my nigga I'm bout my bread like a sandwich is
I need the dough that a dancer gets
Stacks upon stacks of dead presidents
I don't wanna go broke,
I can't handle it
I want them dollars
That moolah
The bread
All I do is hustle, homie
I just want the bag
I've been hustling, and grinding
For that cash
But the game don't love nobody
And these streets won't love you back
I keep my mind all on the moolah
Foot all in they ass
I don't do no breaking, oh, no
I just hit the gas
All I do is hustle
I just want the bags
Came up off the struggle Now blue hundreds coming fast
B. Frank - The Bags Lyrics
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English
Yeah, man, it's that boy B Frank, man
Got me on these hot beats with Fernyar
Representing for the ville out here
You know what I'm talking about
Yeah, yeah
Aye
I want them dollars
That moolah
The bread
All I do is hustle, homie
I just want the bag
I've been hustling, and grinding
For that cash
But the game don't love nobody
And these streets won't love you back
I keep my mind all on the moolah
Foot all in they ass
I don't do no breaking, oh, no
I just hit the gas
All I do is hustle
I just want the bags
Came up off the struggle Now blue hundreds coming fast
Trying to stunt so damn hard that they gotta hate Seeing my smile they can't tolerate, but keeping it G how I operate
I'm needing this dough for my mama's sake
Get me some funds give my daddy some
If we keeping it real, I'm a savage
The money turn me to an addict
I've been hustling hard for the cabbage
How the hell could I stunt if it's not with the fam
When these niggas stunt, man, it's just for the gram
Dead president's in the palm of my hand
Swear it be calling, it's all in my head
Saying it's nothing, they tripping, just trust me, Without no money, this shit
Can get ugly
And just to get money, this shit can get ugly
Palms get to itching in
Money discussions
I was given this world, no, I didn't make it
Nothing come to me so I gotta take it
Grants, Jacksons, Benjamin Franklins
Moneys the motive, so nigga what's shaking
Came out the hood, so I had it rough
When it come to the dough, always had enough
Always stacking the bread, I can't have enough
I'm just watching the numbers keep adding up
I want them dollars
That moolah
The bread
All I do is hustle, homie
I just want the bag
I've been hustling, and grinding
For that cash
But the game don't love nobody
And these streets won't love you back
I keep my mind all on the moolah
Foot all in they ass
I don't do no breaking, oh, no
I just hit the gas
All I do is hustle
I just want the bags
Came up off the struggle Now blue hundreds coming fast
Niggas be claiming they hustlers
I think they just talking trash
It's money up, and yeah, that's for life
My squad is the dopest, tho I hate to brag
Blowing it fast, I've been chasing the cash
The government wrong, everything getting taxed
If I loan you some bread, then I'm needing it back Sorry not sorry, I'm speaking these facts
Shining so hard like a diamond, my nigga
God gave me heart like a lion, my nigga
I sharpen my iron, with iron, my nigga
Forged cause I walked through the fire, my nigga I'm bout my bread like a sandwich is
I need the dough that a dancer gets
Stacks upon stacks of dead presidents
I don't wanna go broke,
I can't handle it
I want them dollars
That moolah
The bread
All I do is hustle, homie
I just want the bag
I've been hustling, and grinding
For that cash
But the game don't love nobody
And these streets won't love you back
I keep my mind all on the moolah
Foot all in they ass
I don't do no breaking, oh, no
I just hit the gas
All I do is hustle
I just want the bags
Came up off the struggle Now blue hundreds coming fast
Got me on these hot beats with Fernyar
Representing for the ville out here
You know what I'm talking about
Yeah, yeah
Aye
I want them dollars
That moolah
The bread
All I do is hustle, homie
I just want the bag
I've been hustling, and grinding
For that cash
But the game don't love nobody
And these streets won't love you back
I keep my mind all on the moolah
Foot all in they ass
I don't do no breaking, oh, no
I just hit the gas
All I do is hustle
I just want the bags
Came up off the struggle Now blue hundreds coming fast
Trying to stunt so damn hard that they gotta hate Seeing my smile they can't tolerate, but keeping it G how I operate
I'm needing this dough for my mama's sake
Get me some funds give my daddy some
If we keeping it real, I'm a savage
The money turn me to an addict
I've been hustling hard for the cabbage
How the hell could I stunt if it's not with the fam
When these niggas stunt, man, it's just for the gram
Dead president's in the palm of my hand
Swear it be calling, it's all in my head
Saying it's nothing, they tripping, just trust me, Without no money, this shit
Can get ugly
And just to get money, this shit can get ugly
Palms get to itching in
Money discussions
I was given this world, no, I didn't make it
Nothing come to me so I gotta take it
Grants, Jacksons, Benjamin Franklins
Moneys the motive, so nigga what's shaking
Came out the hood, so I had it rough
When it come to the dough, always had enough
Always stacking the bread, I can't have enough
I'm just watching the numbers keep adding up
I want them dollars
That moolah
The bread
All I do is hustle, homie
I just want the bag
I've been hustling, and grinding
For that cash
But the game don't love nobody
And these streets won't love you back
I keep my mind all on the moolah
Foot all in they ass
I don't do no breaking, oh, no
I just hit the gas
All I do is hustle
I just want the bags
Came up off the struggle Now blue hundreds coming fast
Niggas be claiming they hustlers
I think they just talking trash
It's money up, and yeah, that's for life
My squad is the dopest, tho I hate to brag
Blowing it fast, I've been chasing the cash
The government wrong, everything getting taxed
If I loan you some bread, then I'm needing it back Sorry not sorry, I'm speaking these facts
Shining so hard like a diamond, my nigga
God gave me heart like a lion, my nigga
I sharpen my iron, with iron, my nigga
Forged cause I walked through the fire, my nigga I'm bout my bread like a sandwich is
I need the dough that a dancer gets
Stacks upon stacks of dead presidents
I don't wanna go broke,
I can't handle it
I want them dollars
That moolah
The bread
All I do is hustle, homie
I just want the bag
I've been hustling, and grinding
For that cash
But the game don't love nobody
And these streets won't love you back
I keep my mind all on the moolah
Foot all in they ass
I don't do no breaking, oh, no
I just hit the gas
All I do is hustle
I just want the bags
Came up off the struggle Now blue hundreds coming fast
Writer: Brandon Franklin
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