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Jay Cino - Bag Now (Prod. By WizzerOnDaBeat) Lyrics



Jay Cino - Bag Now (Prod. By WizzerOnDaBeat) Lyrics




I was sittin on the bench
Waiting for a minute
Now I got the bag now
I was plotting oh ya bih
Waited for a minute
Got her I could brag now
I just came in wit the drip
Brody got the grip
And we ain't gettin pat down
She ain't wanna take a flic
Now she wanna flic
Because I get the racks now
Couple thousand in a trap house
Few more thousand in a stash house
I took loses like I'm pacquio
So what the f*ck these niggas chattin bout
Big gas no black & mild
Amiri holding up alotta count
From the bottom now the money pile
Like a lion we was running wild

I was broke I get the money now
Bitches treat a nigga funny now
Pockets on me got em chubby now
Ap coming ima flood it out
Audemar ima buss it down
Pack is comin cause I'm runnin out
She ain't want me but she f*ckin now
Well I just guess this money do
This shit it make niggas comfortable
If u not w my gang I can't f*ck w you
It been too many times
I done suffered through
Politic I ain't it
I will buck at you
If ya chick want the dick
She ain't f*ckin u
She keep giving me lip
Like a principle
F*ck the money this shit is the principle
How u switch on them niggas who there for you
Cut them off and that shit wasn't difficult
You keep smoking up packs boy u pitiful
And the coupe be all Black what I get into
Curve ya bitch I'm like yo what u finna do
Chase a bag but they want me to sit in school
Wasn't bad I just wanted the newest shoe
Polo bubbles I ain't have the newest goose
Cocaine bubble that crack what I used to move
In the jungle where getting physical
F*ck a struggle them racks what I'm getting too
F*ck these bitches no love what I'm giving you
Ima say it don't hurt but I'm missing you
Ima chill on the perks ima make it thru
Ima get a new chick I can't wait for you

I was sittin on the bench
Waiting for a minute
Now I got the bag now
I was plotting oh ya bih
Waited for a minute
Got her I could brag now
I just came in w the drip
Brody got the grip
And we ain't gettin pat down
See ain't wanna take a flic
Now she take a flic
Because I get the racks now
Couple thousand in a trap house
Few more thousand in a stash house
I took loses like I'm pacquio
What the f*ck these niggas chattin bout
Big gas no black & mild
Amiri holding up alotta count
From the bottom now the money pile
Like a lion we was running wild

You told me forgive you
I never thought for a lil
That you'll go and do it again
Gotta Forget you
You broke my heart like a pencil
I even tried doin ya friend
Look what we been through
Can't even lie bitch i miss you
But you had to switch like Durant
Heard niggas hit u
Heard u the bird in the venue
Like What would you do for a check
Life it been different
Rick told me get up and get it
Too many loses to mention
Still count up my blessing
They countme out like a step kid
Now i got racks on my debit
My ex want forgivesness
Someone go tell her forget it
To busy getting the cheddar
And shit getting better
They don't want shit gettin better
They want me stuck here forever
But listen
I be drippin as soon as I walk
Boutta dollar as soon as I talk
3 for 20 I'm taken them shorts
So I run thru this work like a sport
Solid gold hadda put on the cross
Stainless steel gotta put on the wrist
I was broke tryna find me a nick
Leveled up I could buy me a whip
Leveled up I could buy me ya bitch
Cheddar up I was stuck on a zip
Now I'm serving u 4 for the 6
Tryna move aint no takin a trip
Where I'm from ain't no privacy Shit
And the stairs it be smelling like piss
I just pray that my team getting rich
I just pray that my team getting rich

I was sittin on the bench
Waiting for a minute
Now I got the bag now
I was plotting oh ya bih
Waited for a minute
Got her I could brag now
I just came in w the drip
Brody got the grip
And we ain't gettin pat down
See ain't wanna take a flic
Now she take a flic
Because I get the racks now
Couple thousand in a trap house
Few more thousand in a stash house
I took loses like I'm pacquio
What the f*ck these niggas chattin bout
Big gas no black & mild
Amiri holding up alotta count
From the bottom now the money pile
Like a lion we was running wild
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I was sittin on the bench
Waiting for a minute
Now I got the bag now
I was plotting oh ya bih
Waited for a minute
Got her I could brag now
I just came in wit the drip
Brody got the grip
And we ain't gettin pat down
She ain't wanna take a flic
Now she wanna flic
Because I get the racks now
Couple thousand in a trap house
Few more thousand in a stash house
I took loses like I'm pacquio
So what the f*ck these niggas chattin bout
Big gas no black & mild
Amiri holding up alotta count
From the bottom now the money pile
Like a lion we was running wild

I was broke I get the money now
Bitches treat a nigga funny now
Pockets on me got em chubby now
Ap coming ima flood it out
Audemar ima buss it down
Pack is comin cause I'm runnin out
She ain't want me but she f*ckin now
Well I just guess this money do
This shit it make niggas comfortable
If u not w my gang I can't f*ck w you
It been too many times
I done suffered through
Politic I ain't it
I will buck at you
If ya chick want the dick
She ain't f*ckin u
She keep giving me lip
Like a principle
F*ck the money this shit is the principle
How u switch on them niggas who there for you
Cut them off and that shit wasn't difficult
You keep smoking up packs boy u pitiful
And the coupe be all Black what I get into
Curve ya bitch I'm like yo what u finna do
Chase a bag but they want me to sit in school
Wasn't bad I just wanted the newest shoe
Polo bubbles I ain't have the newest goose
Cocaine bubble that crack what I used to move
In the jungle where getting physical
F*ck a struggle them racks what I'm getting too
F*ck these bitches no love what I'm giving you
Ima say it don't hurt but I'm missing you
Ima chill on the perks ima make it thru
Ima get a new chick I can't wait for you

I was sittin on the bench
Waiting for a minute
Now I got the bag now
I was plotting oh ya bih
Waited for a minute
Got her I could brag now
I just came in w the drip
Brody got the grip
And we ain't gettin pat down
See ain't wanna take a flic
Now she take a flic
Because I get the racks now
Couple thousand in a trap house
Few more thousand in a stash house
I took loses like I'm pacquio
What the f*ck these niggas chattin bout
Big gas no black & mild
Amiri holding up alotta count
From the bottom now the money pile
Like a lion we was running wild

You told me forgive you
I never thought for a lil
That you'll go and do it again
Gotta Forget you
You broke my heart like a pencil
I even tried doin ya friend
Look what we been through
Can't even lie bitch i miss you
But you had to switch like Durant
Heard niggas hit u
Heard u the bird in the venue
Like What would you do for a check
Life it been different
Rick told me get up and get it
Too many loses to mention
Still count up my blessing
They countme out like a step kid
Now i got racks on my debit
My ex want forgivesness
Someone go tell her forget it
To busy getting the cheddar
And shit getting better
They don't want shit gettin better
They want me stuck here forever
But listen
I be drippin as soon as I walk
Boutta dollar as soon as I talk
3 for 20 I'm taken them shorts
So I run thru this work like a sport
Solid gold hadda put on the cross
Stainless steel gotta put on the wrist
I was broke tryna find me a nick
Leveled up I could buy me a whip
Leveled up I could buy me ya bitch
Cheddar up I was stuck on a zip
Now I'm serving u 4 for the 6
Tryna move aint no takin a trip
Where I'm from ain't no privacy Shit
And the stairs it be smelling like piss
I just pray that my team getting rich
I just pray that my team getting rich

I was sittin on the bench
Waiting for a minute
Now I got the bag now
I was plotting oh ya bih
Waited for a minute
Got her I could brag now
I just came in w the drip
Brody got the grip
And we ain't gettin pat down
See ain't wanna take a flic
Now she take a flic
Because I get the racks now
Couple thousand in a trap house
Few more thousand in a stash house
I took loses like I'm pacquio
What the f*ck these niggas chattin bout
Big gas no black & mild
Amiri holding up alotta count
From the bottom now the money pile
Like a lion we was running wild
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Writer: Jay Cino
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