Drinkin' all night, but we ain't done yet (yet) Waitin' on the plug, but he ain't come yet (yet) Still need somethin'? Put your bank on it (bank on it) Got a big bag with a Bape on it Party ain't over if they say somethin' (say somethin') No sleep 'til

We'll spend forever unhappily married Hey hey, it's alright Everybody fusses, everybody fights With all of the baggage you and me carry Must be mistaking me with the maid we don't have Can't even wash your whiskey out your glass I gave you no loving in a

If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag All you rappers ain't safe, uh Good girl gon' bad, you gon' do your thing Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, last night, nearly crashed it Spinning out on the highway, 720 in the ass Bad bitch in the passenger,

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

Baa, baa, black sheep Have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir Three bags full One for the master One for the dame And one for the little boy Who lives down the lane Three bags full.

People get ready You don't need no baggage You just get on board All you need is faith To hear the diesels humming Don't need no ticket I'm getting ready

I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo She's got class and style Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strictly biz, don't play around Cover much ground, got game by the pound

Make sure it ends with you still living If I could set the clocks back I wouldn't be headed for a body bag One life and one decision Feel like I'm on the fast track To laying face down from a heart attack One life and one decision How does it feel at the

Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches Blue cheese in my off whites Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs 50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip

Blowing money fast, blowing money fast Fuck being humble, fuck being humble Tell 'em that I'm strapped, I don't wanna rumble Running through the bag, running through the bag When you came from nothing, fuck being humble These niggas don't want it with