Bag Talk lyrics

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Kio, Kio
Hmm, ah, hmm-hmm
Ah, hmm-hmm-hmm
Ah, hmm-hmm-hmm
Ah, hmm-hmm-hmm
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Too many hoes in my call log
I can never stress about a b*tch
I went and got her Chanel 'cause she cut in good taste
She still in her feelings 'bout the sh*t
I'm really where it's at
I may pull up in that Benzi V right where you be
And that b*tch be crazy, tryna have my baby like I don't know that she for the streets (She for the streets, hmm, hmm)

[Chorus]
Amiri the jeans with the bread-y (Amiri the jeans, yeah)
I made 'em bust u-ie's, it's too late she shouldn't have left me (Shouldn't have left me, shouldn't have left me)
Bad b*tch from New York, ass fat, hella heavy (Hella heavy, hella heavy)
I run my racks up on these n*ggas got 'em jelly (I run my racks up)
Cookies runtz got me dead-y

[Verse 1]
n*gga what? (What?)
Put respect on my name, I'm the one who got it started (Got it started)
Diggin' me now (Hmm)
Used to tell 'em ideas, they thought I was retarded
She wanna f*ck (She wanna f*ck)
I beat that pus*y all up (Beat that, beat that) to the point that it done fall on my Amiris (Squirt it, squirt)
I paid thirteen for my jeans, b*tch, you better call me Ed Hardy
[Pre-Chorus]
Too many hoes in my call log
I can never stress about a b*tch
I went and got her Chanel 'cause she cut in good taste
She still in her feelings 'bout the sh*t
I'm really where it's at
I may pull up in that Benzi V right where you be
And that b*tch be crazy, tryna have my baby like I don't know that she for the streets (She for the streets, hmm, hmm)

[Chorus]
Amiri the jeans with the bread-y (Amiri the jeans, yeah)
I made 'em bust u-ie's, it's too late she shouldn't have left me (Shouldn't have left me, shouldn't have left me)
Bad b*tch from New York, ass fat, hella heavy (Hella heavy, hella heavy)
I run my racks up on these n*ggas got 'em jelly (I run my racks up)
Cookies runtz got me dead-y

[Verse 2]
Gettin' bread-y (Gettin' bread-y)
I just made me some fetti, I'm coppin' some Palms (Made me a bag)
Opp n*gga b*tch on my di*k, made her blush when she saw that my di*k, brick on my arm, yeah (She on my di*k, she on my di*k)
I got the drop on the spot 'cause my new little b*tch
But I'm gone play it calm (Play it calm)
He better watch everything that he postin' and sh*t (Grrr, yeah)
I pop up like a loan (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Too many hoes in my call log
I can never stress about a b*tch (Don't care)
I went and got her Chanel 'cause she cut in good taste (I dropped a bag)
She still in her feelings 'bout the sh*t
I'm really where it's at
I may pull up in that Benzi V right where you be (Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
b*tches be crazy, tryna have my baby like I don't know that she for the streets (She for the streets, hmm, hmm)
[Chorus]
Amiri the jeans with the bread-y (Amiri the jeans, yeah)
I made 'em bust u-ie's, it's too late she shouldn't have left me (Shouldn't have left me, shouldn't have left me)
Bad b*tch from New York, ass fat, hella heavy (Hella heavy, hella heavy)
I run my racks up on these n*ggas got 'em jelly (I run my racks up)
Cookies Runtz got me dead-y

[Outro]
Ah, woah-woah
Ah, woah-woah
Ah, woah-woah
Ah, woah-woah
Ah, woah-woah
Ah