Fanotch - Bagman Lyrics

Cocaine on the table
She said that she willing and she able
Boo would you love me if I paid you
What you mean you'll love me for free
What you mean it's all about me lord
Bag man
G'd up and still sag pants duke energy on armed hand
Clip off if he acting my belt be stacking
Perfect time for a lap dance
Money come down like precipitation tempest clap hands
Sometimes I feel like I'm so bad cause my chick bad and her whip bad
Three felonies heavy artillery just know I been bad
And no I'm Not talking comedy nor degrees but I sin bad
I swore off rocks and nights at the Camelot Jesus let me jag
Jet lag new helipad but I been fly to hell and back
Told the devil ain't no coming back God got me how I'm killing that
Screaming it can't be a realer cat show me his cap and I'll twist it back
Bag man
Here collecting stacks this ain't about rap lord
B.A.G. that L.V. Saint Laurent G.U.C.C. I I like your Herme's and your Fendi II
Feel like Stan Tucci holding PUCCI
Strictly about the bag suited up this year it's all swag
Need my daughter during the PTA's like that's my dad
Me I chuckle knowing I really hustle and I do this for Cash
No D.o.e. But R.I.P. Marley Cash we the Westies ass
Check that baby wet so I flex that she be talking bout her top
On my dick that's a snap back
Never snitched in my life but my crew the rat pack
I'm Sammy d cause I sold that dope moves I control that
Mistrial cause made this extraordinaire
New favorite gave Ni**as two years off now I'm back grave shift
Took over the slave ships hostages white chicks
No you wasn't treatin em right
When we trip That's a great night
Being labeled and crowned king stands for black night night
Dirty scales white white
My amigo want to knife fight and tell stories bout cartel nights
I could give a f*ck long as the bag right
Cause if The bag right cash right
Then the bag right
B.A.G. that L.V. Saint Laurent G.U.C.C. I I like your Herme's and your Fendi II
Feel like Stan Tucci holding PUCCI