I'm all about the bag
I keep them 100's stacked
I got no time for these bitches
Especially ones on rags
You see me flexin
With some drip drip
Bitch
You see me flexing
I got quick clips
Bitch
I grew up broke
No money
Now I got bands
They love me
I'm movin out from the pad
And rollin in them Hundys
I never thought I'd make it here
Tore through that blindfold
I never thought I'd make it here
Where did the time go
I post a new song
Humans, they reject it
They say I prolonged
Now i am neglected
Well tell me what it is that, you expect of me
I'm only one, keep the drama away from me
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then we can handle that
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then you can get the strap
Bitch
I don't want much
Mansions
I just want a couple mills and a bad bitch
Someone to cook
And then ride me
Smokin cabbage
Don't gotta love me
You can f*ck me
Living lavish
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then we can handle that
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then you can get the strap
I don't bang
But I got the clips
For plan B
Not in a gang
But don't f*ck with me
Or you'll see
I Gotta keep a pistol
Just to keep her happy
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then we can handle that
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then you can get the strap
Do it for the bag
Do it for the bag
Made it out the trap
Sitting in the Jag
Young nigga got that strap when I pick up that bag
I get a nigga touch for that mother f*ckin bag
Swinging dipping through traffic
Make the money flip
Call me dope boi magic
I can barely see with all these diamonds in my glasses
F*ckin all these bitches in my high school classes
Classes
Huh get it faster
A gun and a ski mask, I get my money faster
A nigga turnt up cuz I just file my taxes
Try to rob me and this gun Ima blast it
Uh Ima blast it
You don't want smoke cuz I'm giving out cancer
Uh Ima blast it
You don't want smoke cuz I'm giving out cancer
Aye
Y'all don't want no smoke
Your bitch she on the dope
She snorting lines off the back of a spine
Open her thighs
Let me in
Bet I'm cumming inside
She a baddie
With a fatty
Ima f*ck her
Then I'm outtie
You ain't never had a daddy
Ima be yours
Give the addy
When I show up, you'll be happy
Got me feeling like a grammy
You'll be thankful that you had me
Yeah
You'll always be my boo
Goddamn
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then we can handle that
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then you can get the strap
R.N.C. - Bag (feat. Lazyie Lays) Lyrics
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I'm all about the bag
I keep them 100's stacked
I got no time for these bitches
Especially ones on rags
You see me flexin
With some drip drip
Bitch
You see me flexing
I got quick clips
Bitch
I grew up broke
No money
Now I got bands
They love me
I'm movin out from the pad
And rollin in them Hundys
I never thought I'd make it here
Tore through that blindfold
I never thought I'd make it here
Where did the time go
I post a new song
Humans, they reject it
They say I prolonged
Now i am neglected
Well tell me what it is that, you expect of me
I'm only one, keep the drama away from me
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then we can handle that
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then you can get the strap
Bitch
I don't want much
Mansions
I just want a couple mills and a bad bitch
Someone to cook
And then ride me
Smokin cabbage
Don't gotta love me
You can f*ck me
Living lavish
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then we can handle that
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then you can get the strap
I don't bang
But I got the clips
For plan B
Not in a gang
But don't f*ck with me
Or you'll see
I Gotta keep a pistol
Just to keep her happy
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then we can handle that
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then you can get the strap
Do it for the bag
Do it for the bag
Made it out the trap
Sitting in the Jag
Young nigga got that strap when I pick up that bag
I get a nigga touch for that mother f*ckin bag
Swinging dipping through traffic
Make the money flip
Call me dope boi magic
I can barely see with all these diamonds in my glasses
F*ckin all these bitches in my high school classes
Classes
Huh get it faster
A gun and a ski mask, I get my money faster
A nigga turnt up cuz I just file my taxes
Try to rob me and this gun Ima blast it
Uh Ima blast it
You don't want smoke cuz I'm giving out cancer
Uh Ima blast it
You don't want smoke cuz I'm giving out cancer
Aye
Y'all don't want no smoke
Your bitch she on the dope
She snorting lines off the back of a spine
Open her thighs
Let me in
Bet I'm cumming inside
She a baddie
With a fatty
Ima f*ck her
Then I'm outtie
You ain't never had a daddy
Ima be yours
Give the addy
When I show up, you'll be happy
Got me feeling like a grammy
You'll be thankful that you had me
Yeah
You'll always be my boo
Goddamn
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then we can handle that
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then you can get the strap
I keep them 100's stacked
I got no time for these bitches
Especially ones on rags
You see me flexin
With some drip drip
Bitch
You see me flexing
I got quick clips
Bitch
I grew up broke
No money
Now I got bands
They love me
I'm movin out from the pad
And rollin in them Hundys
I never thought I'd make it here
Tore through that blindfold
I never thought I'd make it here
Where did the time go
I post a new song
Humans, they reject it
They say I prolonged
Now i am neglected
Well tell me what it is that, you expect of me
I'm only one, keep the drama away from me
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then we can handle that
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then you can get the strap
Bitch
I don't want much
Mansions
I just want a couple mills and a bad bitch
Someone to cook
And then ride me
Smokin cabbage
Don't gotta love me
You can f*ck me
Living lavish
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then we can handle that
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then you can get the strap
I don't bang
But I got the clips
For plan B
Not in a gang
But don't f*ck with me
Or you'll see
I Gotta keep a pistol
Just to keep her happy
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then we can handle that
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then you can get the strap
Do it for the bag
Do it for the bag
Made it out the trap
Sitting in the Jag
Young nigga got that strap when I pick up that bag
I get a nigga touch for that mother f*ckin bag
Swinging dipping through traffic
Make the money flip
Call me dope boi magic
I can barely see with all these diamonds in my glasses
F*ckin all these bitches in my high school classes
Classes
Huh get it faster
A gun and a ski mask, I get my money faster
A nigga turnt up cuz I just file my taxes
Try to rob me and this gun Ima blast it
Uh Ima blast it
You don't want smoke cuz I'm giving out cancer
Uh Ima blast it
You don't want smoke cuz I'm giving out cancer
Aye
Y'all don't want no smoke
Your bitch she on the dope
She snorting lines off the back of a spine
Open her thighs
Let me in
Bet I'm cumming inside
She a baddie
With a fatty
Ima f*ck her
Then I'm outtie
You ain't never had a daddy
Ima be yours
Give the addy
When I show up, you'll be happy
Got me feeling like a grammy
You'll be thankful that you had me
Yeah
You'll always be my boo
Goddamn
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then we can handle that
I'm all about the bag
I keep them hundreds stacked
I'm never broke
If you doubt me
Then you can get the strap
Writer: Lazyie Lays, Raymond Chavaria
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