[Intro]
Bag, bag, bag
Yea
Tell ‘em that we need that in our life
[Verse 1]
Bags, bags, bags, bags, bags (Bag, bag, bag)
I don’t mean to brag my bad (Ah yea)
Chase the cash, hunnid dash, first class (Ah yea)
Lookin’ back at your mans and he mad (Why you mad yo)
Cold with the flow like Alaska (Like Alaska)
Cold with the flow you can ask her
Spent a couple thousand on my last one
‘Cause she ‘bout to get her master’s when class done (I’m proud of ya)
I don’t need a friend I need investments
I’m too interesting to be resting (To be rest)
Tell the truth, I’m the truth, just confess it (Ah yea)
Made some moves now we moved to the guest list (Ah yea)
All my life grind hard (Grind, grind, grind)
Think of every time I lost (Ah yea)
Climb so high then fall (Boy that’s patience)
Now I stand tall my God
I can feel it, I’m Picasso, meets da Vinci
A fucking big dog you too skinny
You a pipsqueak
I’m a hit streak, check my history
Bobby Brown on these fucking clowns
With my Whitney, I’m a bad boy
[Verse 2]
Told her baby you wavy but please don’t crash the rental
I just got this shit poppin’, no time for accidentals
Take a flight out to Europe, link up and learn some culture
Conversation exquisite as we visit the sculptures
Ducking these vultures
The food was stupendous
I move like my life’s a movie, I Uber in Benz’s
Room for improvement
No room too expensive
Treat my words like its credit, if I said it, I meant it (Yea)
Tryna take you somewhere you can’t wait to see
Snappin’ pictures like it’s Maybelline (Snap)
I thank your father ‘cause you made for me
I thank your mother ‘cause you great to see (Yes)
If they not you then I just make ‘em leave (Bye, bye)
Walk in establishments, the people astonished
Accomplish anything, you’re the perfect accomplice
Only having convos that come with commas (I need them commas)
Tell ‘em that we need that in our life
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