Buddy Lofton & Josh Lamont - Do the Math (Bag Talk) Lyrics

It's no recess
First you get the money than you get The power
I just want a bag tho

I'm just out to get a bag
Woo
I'm just out to get a bag
Woo
Put the money in the bag
Put it in
Count it up do the math
Count it up
Oh man look at they faces
Whoa
All I see is green faces
Whoa
All I trust is blue faces
Ching
And I'm leaving with a bang
Pow

I'm just out to get a bag
Stack it up
I'm just out to get a bag
Stack it up
Put the money in the bag
Count it up
Count it up do the math
Count it up
Oh man look at they faces
Whoa
All I see is green faces
Whoa
All I trust is blue faces
Ching
And I'm leaving with a bang
Pow

Swear that money motivation
All I trust is blue faces
And I'm driving like I'm racing
On stage I be raging
And they used to call me crazy
Now she wanna call me baby
All my niggas from the play pen
And we grinding till the day end
I'm just trynna get a bag
See if the grass greener
And the chick with me bad
Really the ass meaner
She got a brash demeanor
Sorry I had to leave ya
Plug out in Pasadena
I got the gasolina
Want the rags to the riches
Chase the riches in the rags
Who knew I'd be this hot dog
Eating beans out the can
Mink fur let it drag
Ringside like I'm frank
I need silence in the room
Start it up hear the vroom
Really all chase is presidents
But I can't even trust the president
Cuz I been working like a Mexican
But the money talk is excellent
Can u tell me why they mad at me
I never owned a galaxy
But I been speaking to the universe
Niggas talking but don't do the work

I'm just out to get a bag
Woo
I'm just out to get a bag
Woo
Put the money in the bag
Put it in
Count it up do the math
Count it up
Oh man look at they faces
Whoa
All I see is green faces
Whoa
All I trust is blue faces
Ching
And I'm leaving with a bang
Pow

I got the dough and the sauce
From the wood rep the north
Feel like PAC out the courts
Make it flip like above the rim
And I count it like a boss
Gold chain my award
Feel like snoop at the source
Like y'all ain't really got no love for him
Got it jumping like the nineties
All my niggas right behind me
Mase and Puff how we shining
Got me leaning like a old timer
And I get it from my grand pappy
Nigga slicker than a oil change
It's in my genes gotta ball man
And the genes came from balmain
Please just keep your distance
Trying to see how I'm living
I'm going to make a killing
Right back to that kitchen
All I needed was the chicken
I'm just trynna get filthy
All I wanted was the chicken
So them bills extra crispy
Do my thing they like go head
Road to riches need road head
And I dash like pro keds
Make it last like more sex
Jump in it made a big splash
I ain't really with the chitchat
I done Had a couple set backs
Now I'm all up on the get back

I'm just out to get a bag
Woo
I'm just out to get a bag
Woo
Put the money in the bag
Put it in
Count it up do the math
Count it up
Oh man look at they faces
Whoa
All I see is green faces
Whoa
All I trust is blue faces
Ching
And I'm leaving with a bang
Pow