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Moneybtb - 5 on a Bag Lyrics



Moneybtb - 5 on a Bag Lyrics




M o n e y it's money in this bitch
Pockets stay fat like my tummy in this bitch
Haters hating on me cuz they bumy in this bitch
Try me its a wrap like a mummy in this bitch
I'll get that stupid icy wrist and make it sunny in this bitch
I put them killers on my track because we run allot of shit
Keep a gun cuz niggas rob i guess it's risky with this whist
Stupid hunits in pockets looking crispy as my fit
BTB the click
We deeper than a pit
The block b banging like the whip cuz i b slanging like my dick
And i a'int looking for no hand out nigga i'm the man
And i do my own stunts look bitch i'm Jackie Chan
Imma Detroit nigga with a chi-town swag
With a Detroit click and a chi-town bag
On my way to Illinois to get some chi-town cash
Got sum Jackers in my mirror guess they wanna get bagged

Tell the team i got 5 on a bag
(What)
Got fam that's repping the 5 till they dead
(Bitch)
This work ill get me like me 5 in the pin
(Yeah)
Tell on on me ill put 5 in yo head
(Yeah)
45 on me 100 in my pants
(What)
Still selling them 100 dollar grams
(Bitch)
Giueseppe's on me 400 dollar pairs
(Get it)
My team winning nobody can compare

Money in this bitch
Lets keep it short just like a clip
Haters thinking they the shit
Ain't got no paper where the zips
And i'm taking what i want feel like i'm rich up in this bitch
F*ck a lick i'm hitting trips
Like a tourist in this bitch
And i be blowing on that shit that's super strong its so fantastic
And i see through you fake bitches like that fantastic
Look how long my money stretched its so fantastic
The drop i dropped got the block flaming like that fantastic
Pants sagging imma f*cking band addict
Got a vest on deck
And a pistol if u jacking
On sum world war shit i ain't to friendly with that cannon
Imma trigger happy nigga best believe i get the blasting
Detroit nigga with a chi-town swag
Chi-raq click baging Detroit grams
On my way to Michigan to get sum Detroit cash
Said u f*cking with the team guess you wanna get bands

Tell the team i got 5 on a bag
(What)
Got fam thats repping the 5 till they dead
(Bitch)
This work ill get me like me 5 in the pin
(Yeah)
Tell on on me ill put 5 in yo head
(Yeah)
45 on me 100 in my pants
(What)
Still selling them 100 dollar grams
(Bitch)
Giueseppe's on me 400 dollar pairs
(Get it)
My team winning nobody can compare
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M o n e y it's money in this bitch
Pockets stay fat like my tummy in this bitch
Haters hating on me cuz they bumy in this bitch
Try me its a wrap like a mummy in this bitch
I'll get that stupid icy wrist and make it sunny in this bitch
I put them killers on my track because we run allot of shit
Keep a gun cuz niggas rob i guess it's risky with this whist
Stupid hunits in pockets looking crispy as my fit
BTB the click
We deeper than a pit
The block b banging like the whip cuz i b slanging like my dick
And i a'int looking for no hand out nigga i'm the man
And i do my own stunts look bitch i'm Jackie Chan
Imma Detroit nigga with a chi-town swag
With a Detroit click and a chi-town bag
On my way to Illinois to get some chi-town cash
Got sum Jackers in my mirror guess they wanna get bagged

Tell the team i got 5 on a bag
(What)
Got fam that's repping the 5 till they dead
(Bitch)
This work ill get me like me 5 in the pin
(Yeah)
Tell on on me ill put 5 in yo head
(Yeah)
45 on me 100 in my pants
(What)
Still selling them 100 dollar grams
(Bitch)
Giueseppe's on me 400 dollar pairs
(Get it)
My team winning nobody can compare

Money in this bitch
Lets keep it short just like a clip
Haters thinking they the shit
Ain't got no paper where the zips
And i'm taking what i want feel like i'm rich up in this bitch
F*ck a lick i'm hitting trips
Like a tourist in this bitch
And i be blowing on that shit that's super strong its so fantastic
And i see through you fake bitches like that fantastic
Look how long my money stretched its so fantastic
The drop i dropped got the block flaming like that fantastic
Pants sagging imma f*cking band addict
Got a vest on deck
And a pistol if u jacking
On sum world war shit i ain't to friendly with that cannon
Imma trigger happy nigga best believe i get the blasting
Detroit nigga with a chi-town swag
Chi-raq click baging Detroit grams
On my way to Michigan to get sum Detroit cash
Said u f*cking with the team guess you wanna get bands

Tell the team i got 5 on a bag
(What)
Got fam thats repping the 5 till they dead
(Bitch)
This work ill get me like me 5 in the pin
(Yeah)
Tell on on me ill put 5 in yo head
(Yeah)
45 on me 100 in my pants
(What)
Still selling them 100 dollar grams
(Bitch)
Giueseppe's on me 400 dollar pairs
(Get it)
My team winning nobody can compare
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