Ha
Ha
Nah, for real (Nah, for real)
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one
Ha
(MIA JAY C)
Fa-fa, grrah-da-da, huh
Wrist bust crazy, man, I be shinin’ like a light (Like a light)
Fa-fa, grrah-da-da, I’m too fuckin’ rich to fight (Ha)
Catch my opps at the light in all black like Dark Knight (Huh)
Bitches used to hold me, I ain’t have no money, shit was tight (It’s alright)
When they flip me, I ain’t really trippin’ ’cause I know my rights (Ha)
I be flyer than a kite, Givenchy, Mike Amiri ice
Word on the street, these niggas on my ass, yeah, aight (Yeah, aight)
I ain’t never ducked smoke, I been thuggin’ my whole life (Ha)
I be goin’ through it but I keep it movin’, I’m aight
Hutch and Gary got me right, man, I’m lit up like a light
Rule number one, don’t buy it once if you can’t buy it twice (Phew)
When these niggas see me, they gon’ fight or flight ’cause it’s on sight (Baow)
I be wrappin’ bows, put ’em in a box and on a flight
Wrappin’ bows got me ballin’ like I’m Mike, I gamble my life
Every day I wake up is like I’m rollin’ dice
I jump on the flight, get the money, then jump on a flight
Ice bows, top five (Ice bows, top five), them killers on my side
Another one of them niggas done died, oh, my God
Pistol whip a nigga with my blick and leave him cockeyed (Ha)
Put a ten on him, it ain’t shit to get an opp fried (Ha)
The bag in I’m in, I know niggas cannot fuck with me (The bag in I’m in)
The bag I’m in, I make these niggas uncomfortable (The bag in I’m in)
The bag I’m in, I might put a nigga in a trunk (The bag in I’m in)
The bag I’m in, I make fifty thousand every month (The bag in I’m in)
The bag I’m in, win after win (The bag in I’m in)
Can’t be everywhere at once, I wish I had a twin (The bag in I’m in)
The bag I’m in, ten after ten (The bag in I’m in)
‘Cause we keep them chickens in like Big Meech and Tee Flen’ (Ha, the bag in I’m in)
This bag I’m in, this one really personal (This bag in I’m in)
This bag I’m in, man, with this bitch I’m surgical (This bag in I’m in)
This bag I’m in, I don’t need no friends (This bag in I’m in)
Thank God for my ends, my Benz, my Benz (Ha)
Lately, I been ridin’ ’round with all goblins
Them boys tryna catch my opps outside and rob ’em
When they see me, better hope I ain’t got fye ’cause I’ma pop ’em (Baow)
Go up top like Obi Toppin, Mike Wazowski, I’m a monster (Ha)
I grew up like Junior Healy, I’m a problem (I’m a problem)
All head shots, I’m tryna hit him in his noggin’ (Frrt, baow)
Even when he’s snorin’, I be tryna slide like a toboggan (Ha)
Rich as fuck, still eatin’ Top Ramen (Ha)
The bag in I’m in, I know niggas cannot fuck with me (The bag in I’m in)
The bag I’m in, I make these niggas uncomfortable (The bag in I’m in)
The bag I’m in, I might put a nigga in a trunk (The bag in I’m in)
The bag I’m in, I make fifty thousand every month (The bag in I’m in)
The bag I’m in, win after win (The bag in I’m in)
Can’t be everywhere at once, I wish I had a twin (The bag in I’m in)
The bag I’m in, ten after ten (The bag in I’m in)
‘Cause we keep them chickens in like Big Meech and Tee Flen’ (Ha, the bag in I’m in)
This bag I’m in, this one really personal (This bag in I’m in)
This bag I’m in, man, with this bitch I’m surgical (This bag in I’m in)
This bag I’m in, I don’t need no friends (This bag in I’m in)
Thank God for my ends, my Benz, my Benz (The bag I’m in, ha)
