Bag full of bluies,
Belt made by Louis,
Ion rock no Gucci, but I f*cked your bitch to Gucci
Bag full of bluies,
Belt made by Louis,
Ion rock no Gucci, but I f*cked your bitch to Gucci
They ask Richee when you gone give us something to swag to
So I had to switch my flow up, give y'all something brand new
This that motherf*cking 2020 vision flow
Drip stupid dumb fresh 'case you ain't know
Pocket full of hundons
I stay blowing hundons
F*cked your bitch just for fun
I ain't even want nun
You can catch me swagging out doing shit winners do
Dreams of me straight cashing out on a Bentley coupe
Bag full of bluies
Belt made by Louis
Ion rock no Gucci, but I f*cked your bitch to Gucci (Burr)
Bag full of bluies
Belt made by Louis
Ion rock no Gucci, but I f*cked your bitch to Gucci
Verse two I'ma talk about some swag shit
How to get the money, keep you in yo bag shit
Oh you Flexing on the gram Like you mad Rich
If you do it for the gram that's that sad shit
Real Niggas getting money cuh, we move in silence
Man I grew up in the trenches boa, I'm use to violence
Man I grew up in the trenches boa, I'm use to styling
So many horses on my clothes
You'll think I'm Old town wilding
You can find over East with them real Hittas
If it ain't bout no money, I can't deal with you
Want a verse from me, that's gone run you a couple bluies
Man my life the shit you can watch it like a movie.
Bag full of bluies
Belt made by Louis
Ion rock no Gucci, but I f*cked your bitch to Gucci
Bag full of bluies
Belt made by Louis
Ion rock no Gucci, but I f*cked your bitch to Gucci