Sir Mills - BAG (feat. Vicky Tingz) Lyrics

Mmm
Yo
S-I-R M-I-double L-S
S-I-R M-I-double L-S
I get a bag (uh)
You get a bag
I get a bag
I'm steady counting that cash, yeah
Vicky Tingz
Let's get it
Yo
Chase that bread, go get that bag
Race to the top, don't come in last
If they hating, well that's too bad
Give em' a run for they money
And leave em' in the past
Chase that bread, go get that bag
Race to the top, don't come in last
If they hate it, well that's too bad
Give 'em a run for their money, and leave' em in the past
Sir Mills, poetic prophet
My lyrics are something biblical
Mumble rappers play with the craft
And that's unforgivable
Cadence leave em puzzled
Got pieces to have em quizzical
Put me on a track, it's a hit and that's unequivocal
Shattered backboards with my jumpsuit
I'm a criminal
Coming for the game, devour beats
I'm in my pinnacle
Stacking mi dinero, the queso I'm chasing plentiful
Ain't got no competition
These niggas be doing the minimal
I'm top notch, uh, top spot
Curry of the rap game
I'm running down the shot clock
Set it Off, glock cocked
Winning, I will not stop
In your spot, knock knock
Bringing the fire, stop drop
And roll
A lyrical demon, for a reason I'm on a roll
If you ain't talking money, then homie you gotta go
Vicky Tingz, Sir Mills, a combination fasho
Like Biggie Said
If you don't know, now you know
Put me on a huncho, got a million dollar flow
You see I been a pro
Wordplay colder than snow
Put me on a track guaranteed to have em like
Woah...
I knew that you could spit, but then again I'm like
Yo
Run me my check
I'm a young veteran with skills
Run me my respect
Like Jackie Chan I'm kicking ass
And aiming at their neck
I'm speaking facts, and ain't no cap
Ain't no disrespect
Money the only thing Imma check
Chase that bread, go get that bag
Race to the top, don't come in last
If they hating, well that's too bad
Give em' a run for they money
And leave em' in the past
Chase that bread, go get that BAG
Race to the top, don't come in LAST
If they hating, well that's too bad
Give 'em a run for their money, and leave 'em in the past
Ride it like a wave it ain't cheap, but I sale it
He don't got the Cash App
Bitch you could mail it
Mad cause i'm ice
Got em down on they knees
Got em begging oh please
Bitch I wanna see 'em hail it
Bitches all tattle tale
6ix9ine gotta bail
Bitches need lime
Cause they saltier than I could tell
Drippier than who?
Bitch i'm drippier than Michael Phelps
Quick to talk slick,
Like the hare, bitch i'm Rafael
They all rats, but i'm sensei
Know that i'm a bad bitch,
Know thats what them say
I don't hold grudges,
Imma leave em on a clean slate
I don't throw punches
Want the juice cause i'm a sweet maid
Press cause i'm on it
Bitches wanna nail it
A imma win
Bitch i'm never gon fail it
B it's a dub
Issa fact, know it's your favorite
Gotta lotta flavoring
Gonna have to savor it
Sir Mills you know we be on everybody necks
Ain't got no chill
I'll body anybody next
Bitch i'm the deal
But imma always be the real me
Loving in your face but always hating on the next
My pen game coldest when it lay out in the summer
Yes I'm bold this generation getting dumber
Ain't got no hold yes imma break out when I come out
My flow so golden like it stay out when the sun out
Chase that bread, go get that bag
Race to the top, don't come in last
If they hating, that's too bad
Give em' a run for they money
And leave em' in the past
Chase that bread, go get that bag
Race to the top, don't come in last
If they hating, that's too bad
Give 'em a run for their money, and leave' em in the past
Let's go