Shit I gotta go and get a bag Gotta go and get a bag Wake up in the morning I gotta go and get a bag Momma need it real bad I gotta go and get a bag (bag, bag) Twenties, fifties, hundreds Dior, Gucci, 'Rari, two seat She's a movie, but means nothing to me

Oh I'll be good to you, Yo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the movies and shit Man we're kissin' and grindin' and shit, so we hop in the back seat You know man, this bitch rubbin' all over my dick and frontin' like she's gonna give me the pussy Man,

I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,

Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit

Nothin' like them other motherfuckers I can make you rich (I can make you rich) Do I make you scared? Baby, won't you take me back? Fuck my life, can't say that girl Don't tell me you can save that shit All she want is payback for the way I always play

So fresh it's illegal (Fresh) Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe) Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe) Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe) Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh) Ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo) Please, please, make sure

This the type of shit to make the hood go crazy On the interstate doin' 180 She said, "do it for me, baby" Took a double shot and then we all went crazy White girls go crazy Black girls go crazy College girls go crazy Saturday mornin', I ain't gotta work

The coupe is retarded (skrrt) Louis my carpet (carpet) I'm back on that boss shit (what) She boujee she bossy (bossy) The top, I done lost it (I lost it) The Bentley don't cost shit (skrrt, skrrt) I walk out the bank rich (walk out the, walk out the,

Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh Niggas talkin' bout oh shit I pull up they like oh shit Now look whose talkin', bitch