[Intro: Mikey The Magician]
MTM hit em' with the heat!
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
I got bags on me, percs, lean, what you need?
Went and flooded out my teeth, rich and handsome, look at me
Fifteen for the show, twenty for my chain
Thirty and the pistol and these bullets got no name
I got bags on me, percs, lean, what you need?
Went and flooded out my teeth, rich and handsome, look at me
Fifteen for the show, twenty for my chain
Thirty and the pistol and these bullets got no name
[Verse 1]
I don't blow no dope
I smoke these crumbs up on the porch
A hundred in my drum and it gon' burst out of one gun
These Xans and lean is fun
You sip stupid weenie hoe, what's up?
I can't do no boxing, keep this .30 by my gut
Oh shit, what's up?
F*cked up, don't cum
I'm too tired, look at me
Why your crackhead texting me?
Oh yes, slowing now
All these Xans, they calm me down
Bitch I'm 'bout it, yeah I'm 'bout in
In your city poppin' off
[Pre-Chorus]
I don't need my old bitch
She a dumb bitch
I got money on me now
Yeah, I'm dumb rich
Just a trap mule
Watch this drop view
Shorty bent my line but tell what that mouth do
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
I got bags on me, percs, lean, what you need?
Went and flooded out my teeth, rich and handsome, look at me
Fifteen for the show, twenty for my chain
Thirty and the pistol and these bullets got no name
I got bags on me, percs, lean, what you need?
Went and flooded out my teeth, rich and handsome, look at me
Fifteen for the show, twenty for my chain
Thirty and the pistol and these bullets got no name
Fat Nick - Bags on Me Lyrics
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[Intro: Mikey The Magician]
MTM hit em' with the heat!
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
I got bags on me, percs, lean, what you need?
Went and flooded out my teeth, rich and handsome, look at me
Fifteen for the show, twenty for my chain
Thirty and the pistol and these bullets got no name
I got bags on me, percs, lean, what you need?
Went and flooded out my teeth, rich and handsome, look at me
Fifteen for the show, twenty for my chain
Thirty and the pistol and these bullets got no name
[Verse 1]
I don't blow no dope
I smoke these crumbs up on the porch
A hundred in my drum and it gon' burst out of one gun
These Xans and lean is fun
You sip stupid weenie hoe, what's up?
I can't do no boxing, keep this .30 by my gut
Oh shit, what's up?
F*cked up, don't cum
I'm too tired, look at me
Why your crackhead texting me?
Oh yes, slowing now
All these Xans, they calm me down
Bitch I'm 'bout it, yeah I'm 'bout in
In your city poppin' off
[Pre-Chorus]
I don't need my old bitch
She a dumb bitch
I got money on me now
Yeah, I'm dumb rich
Just a trap mule
Watch this drop view
Shorty bent my line but tell what that mouth do
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
I got bags on me, percs, lean, what you need?
Went and flooded out my teeth, rich and handsome, look at me
Fifteen for the show, twenty for my chain
Thirty and the pistol and these bullets got no name
I got bags on me, percs, lean, what you need?
Went and flooded out my teeth, rich and handsome, look at me
Fifteen for the show, twenty for my chain
Thirty and the pistol and these bullets got no name
MTM hit em' with the heat!
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
I got bags on me, percs, lean, what you need?
Went and flooded out my teeth, rich and handsome, look at me
Fifteen for the show, twenty for my chain
Thirty and the pistol and these bullets got no name
I got bags on me, percs, lean, what you need?
Went and flooded out my teeth, rich and handsome, look at me
Fifteen for the show, twenty for my chain
Thirty and the pistol and these bullets got no name
[Verse 1]
I don't blow no dope
I smoke these crumbs up on the porch
A hundred in my drum and it gon' burst out of one gun
These Xans and lean is fun
You sip stupid weenie hoe, what's up?
I can't do no boxing, keep this .30 by my gut
Oh shit, what's up?
F*cked up, don't cum
I'm too tired, look at me
Why your crackhead texting me?
Oh yes, slowing now
All these Xans, they calm me down
Bitch I'm 'bout it, yeah I'm 'bout in
In your city poppin' off
[Pre-Chorus]
I don't need my old bitch
She a dumb bitch
I got money on me now
Yeah, I'm dumb rich
Just a trap mule
Watch this drop view
Shorty bent my line but tell what that mouth do
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
I got bags on me, percs, lean, what you need?
Went and flooded out my teeth, rich and handsome, look at me
Fifteen for the show, twenty for my chain
Thirty and the pistol and these bullets got no name
I got bags on me, percs, lean, what you need?
Went and flooded out my teeth, rich and handsome, look at me
Fifteen for the show, twenty for my chain
Thirty and the pistol and these bullets got no name
Writer: MICHELE SCATAMACCHIA, NICHOLOAS VOUTSINAS
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Performed By: Fat Nick
Language: English
Length: 2:01
Written by: MICHELE SCATAMACCHIA, NICHOLOAS VOUTSINAS