Blame it on the bag bag You can blame it on the bag bag If you wonderin’ why I changed up Tell ‘em the money money is why I changed up I’m gettin' high smokin’ with angels You know I can hate that’s what a lame does Bring it back stackin’ this money money But I still can’t

Tip, tip, tip, tip I got some money money to spend Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it Time to stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it Man got the habit, money money poking out the bag bag I might hop out on it now, for my city brought it back Bad bitches bust it down, always

You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie You ain't gotta try so hard Askin', "where the hoes at?" to impress me Askin', "where the moneybags?" to impress me Say you got to burn your stash to impress me It's all in

Double talkin' jive get the money money motherfucker 'Cause I got no more patience Found a head and an arm in da garbage can Don't know why I'm here Livin' on the run for oh so long I gotta go collect Double talkin' I got (lies) No more patience man Back in

Oh Lord, oh Lord Oh Lord, oh Lord, do You see us down here? Sometimes I look up to the sky When I die, put my ashes in the trash bag bag I don't care where they go Don't waste your money money on my gravestone I'm more concerned about my soul Everybody's gon' die

Lotta money, I can have a cash war Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah) Lamborghini Urus is a fast car (Fast) I'm around the world, securin' me a bag, bag, boy (Boy) Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next) Rolls Royce, got carpet in the

Money Money bag, money money bag, hunnid bands in Ayy, I can't stress the fucking fact How much I hate my fuckin' life (Woo!) Drag myself through the days, fade Burn my soul just like a light (Okay) I was on my fuckin' way, straight Dodgin' 12 and divin' (Okay)

I'm-a, I'm-a a diva I'm-a, I'm-a a diva (hey) Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustler Of a hustler Of a, of a hustler I'm-a, I'm-a This is a stick up, stick up I need them bags of that money money I'm-a a diva (hey)

(Money Money bag, money money bag, money money bag, yeah) (Money Money bag, money money bag, money money bag) Lookin' like money money bag, money money bag, money money bag, uh I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say I said "Bae, it's a snack," he

I get the money, young nigga get money, the money'll follow me (go get it) I get the money, young nigga get money, (that bag, bag, that bag bag) the money'll follow me (go get it) I get the money, the money money is nothing (go get it), I count it then fall asleep