I'll say it again, if you don't fail, you're not even trying
My wife told me this great expression, to get something you never had, you have to do
Something you never did
How you claim you got a bag but you ain't poppin' tags
In the club, poppin bottles just to see some ass
I guess you livin' life the wrong price, I got a bag too
Ain't gotta pop it all the time, I show you what this money do
Takin' flights and eatin right, bad bitch, I keep in sight
Can't decide which way to go, I got diamonds, yeah, they froze my soul
Niggas hard, them bitches told, designer bag give all my hoes
Knowing if the price right, I make this lil' bitch touch her toes
I been in my bag for so long, gotta be the next to blow
Tryna take my brothers out of town, to f*ck on these lil' hoes
My pinky froze B wrist froze we got rich off of sellin' bows
Knowin' we woulda been cut off his neck, if a nigga told
In my zone, I smoke that Joe, nigga, argue
Let him go
Niggas ain't important, it's me, I had to let him know
Beefin bout her f*ck, that hoe, trickin' bad all these hoes go
Put a rack to her face let her smell it, she gone suck dis dick real slow
Woah, the biggest 101
Yeah, I'm done, nails done, everything done
The biggest 101, she know I'm the real one
I'm the one, not the f*ckin' 2
I get real stuff, I can pull you out some blue
Pull you out some blue
Let this shit known, I can pull you out some blue
It's so damaged in my back, I'm pullin' out these blues
Threw some hundreds on her ass, that shit got stuck like glue
Pull these bitches to the side, it's the lucky two
Bitches stare at me up and down, I walk up in the room
Yeah, I know, had that bit, knees on the floor
See what's suckin', dick too long, I got that bitch, mouth all on swole
Lil' freak hoe, turnt off casamigos
Flyin' bitches out of town, I ain't green, don't call me no Cee-Lo
How you claim you got a bag but, you ain't poppin' tags
In the club,poppin bottles just to see some ass
I guess you livin' life the wrong price, I got a bag too
I ain't got to pop it all the time, I show you what this money do
Takin' flights and eatin' right, bad bitch, I keep in sight
Can't decide which way to go, I got diamonds, yeah, they froze my soul
Niggas hard, them bitches told, designer bag give all my hoes
Knowing ' if the prices right, I make the lil' bitches touch her toes
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English
I'll say it again, if you don't fail, you're not even trying
My wife told me this great expression, to get something you never had, you have to do
Something you never did
How you claim you got a bag but you ain't poppin' tags
In the club, poppin bottles just to see some ass
I guess you livin' life the wrong price, I got a bag too
Ain't gotta pop it all the time, I show you what this money do
Takin' flights and eatin right, bad bitch, I keep in sight
Can't decide which way to go, I got diamonds, yeah, they froze my soul
Niggas hard, them bitches told, designer bag give all my hoes
Knowing if the price right, I make this lil' bitch touch her toes
I been in my bag for so long, gotta be the next to blow
Tryna take my brothers out of town, to f*ck on these lil' hoes
My pinky froze B wrist froze we got rich off of sellin' bows
Knowin' we woulda been cut off his neck, if a nigga told
In my zone, I smoke that Joe, nigga, argue
Let him go
Niggas ain't important, it's me, I had to let him know
Beefin bout her f*ck, that hoe, trickin' bad all these hoes go
Put a rack to her face let her smell it, she gone suck dis dick real slow
Woah, the biggest 101
Yeah, I'm done, nails done, everything done
The biggest 101, she know I'm the real one
I'm the one, not the f*ckin' 2
I get real stuff, I can pull you out some blue
Pull you out some blue
Let this shit known, I can pull you out some blue
It's so damaged in my back, I'm pullin' out these blues
Threw some hundreds on her ass, that shit got stuck like glue
Pull these bitches to the side, it's the lucky two
Bitches stare at me up and down, I walk up in the room
Yeah, I know, had that bit, knees on the floor
See what's suckin', dick too long, I got that bitch, mouth all on swole
Lil' freak hoe, turnt off casamigos
Flyin' bitches out of town, I ain't green, don't call me no Cee-Lo
How you claim you got a bag but, you ain't poppin' tags
In the club,poppin bottles just to see some ass
I guess you livin' life the wrong price, I got a bag too
I ain't got to pop it all the time, I show you what this money do
Takin' flights and eatin' right, bad bitch, I keep in sight
Can't decide which way to go, I got diamonds, yeah, they froze my soul
Niggas hard, them bitches told, designer bag give all my hoes
Knowing ' if the prices right, I make the lil' bitches touch her toes
My wife told me this great expression, to get something you never had, you have to do
Something you never did
How you claim you got a bag but you ain't poppin' tags
In the club, poppin bottles just to see some ass
I guess you livin' life the wrong price, I got a bag too
Ain't gotta pop it all the time, I show you what this money do
Takin' flights and eatin right, bad bitch, I keep in sight
Can't decide which way to go, I got diamonds, yeah, they froze my soul
Niggas hard, them bitches told, designer bag give all my hoes
Knowing if the price right, I make this lil' bitch touch her toes
I been in my bag for so long, gotta be the next to blow
Tryna take my brothers out of town, to f*ck on these lil' hoes
My pinky froze B wrist froze we got rich off of sellin' bows
Knowin' we woulda been cut off his neck, if a nigga told
In my zone, I smoke that Joe, nigga, argue
Let him go
Niggas ain't important, it's me, I had to let him know
Beefin bout her f*ck, that hoe, trickin' bad all these hoes go
Put a rack to her face let her smell it, she gone suck dis dick real slow
Woah, the biggest 101
Yeah, I'm done, nails done, everything done
The biggest 101, she know I'm the real one
I'm the one, not the f*ckin' 2
I get real stuff, I can pull you out some blue
Pull you out some blue
Let this shit known, I can pull you out some blue
It's so damaged in my back, I'm pullin' out these blues
Threw some hundreds on her ass, that shit got stuck like glue
Pull these bitches to the side, it's the lucky two
Bitches stare at me up and down, I walk up in the room
Yeah, I know, had that bit, knees on the floor
See what's suckin', dick too long, I got that bitch, mouth all on swole
Lil' freak hoe, turnt off casamigos
Flyin' bitches out of town, I ain't green, don't call me no Cee-Lo
How you claim you got a bag but, you ain't poppin' tags
In the club,poppin bottles just to see some ass
I guess you livin' life the wrong price, I got a bag too
I ain't got to pop it all the time, I show you what this money do
Takin' flights and eatin' right, bad bitch, I keep in sight
Can't decide which way to go, I got diamonds, yeah, they froze my soul
Niggas hard, them bitches told, designer bag give all my hoes
Knowing ' if the prices right, I make the lil' bitches touch her toes
Writer: Jaheym Spears
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