Big Bag lyrics

by

Quality Control & Offset


[Intro]
Who made this beat?
Twysted Genius, baby
Drank

[Verse 1]
Flood the block with the work, we tryna get it off
And the old heads say we too gangsta, that boy done popped your noggin
And that young n*gga say he want beef, I ain't quittin' 'til I stop you (Don't stop)
They say you stashed the work in the car, mane, fast, pop, lock and drop 'em
Thousand pounds of weed, we gettin' b*tches so we missin' the beat (Okay)
n*ggas still sellin'
f*ck with your boy, made a million out that Honda Accord (Milli')
Shout out to Tory, know real d-boys praise him like the Lord (Uh)
I was servin' the block on Tuesday and Thursday, but 12 made life (sh*t)
With a dime and a brick, couldn't take the water, he need a fishin' rod (Go fishin')
Country ass n*gga, they got me in my bag, n*gga (In my bag)
Drop, drop a 28 in 35 and call it Glad, n*gga (Straight)

[Chorus]
I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "sh*t, yeah" (I'm like, "sh*t, yeah")
My b*tch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "b*tch, yeah" (I'm like, "b*tch, yeah")
Any time she need some money, I'm like, "b*tch, here" (I'm like, "b*tch, here")
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, b*tch
I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "sh*t, yeah" (I'm like, "sh*t, yeah")
My b*tch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "b*tch, yeah" (I'm like, "b*tch, yeah")
Any time she need some money, I'm like, "b*tch, here" (I'm like, "b*tch, here")
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, b*tch
[Verse 2]
He-he spend a little, I spend a lot on tryna whip a block
And young say it's smoke with the opps, I tell 'em, "Spin their block"
Switch on all them Glicks, n*gga, we ain't sparin' not nan' n*gga (No, no)
And I remember I stacked up a hundred, felt like I had a million (Racks)
It came from water whippin' (Whippin')
JoJo would wash the dishes (Okay)
Judo, Baby Dough and Slim was right there in the kitchen (My bros)
And I don't know how I did it (Nah)
When I'm, when I'm cookin' that work, n*gga, I'm a real chemist (Chemist)
n*gga, don't you forget it (Ah)
On the west side, n*gga, I made my stripes
In 9th Ward, n*gga, I sold my white (Okay)
Serve a half, whole, get caught with blow, you gotta roll them dices (Roll 'em)
Say that your dawg crossed you out for a b*tch, know that ain't right
I've been livin' that high life, gettin' high off life (Off life)

[Chorus]
I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "sh*t, yeah" (I'm like, "sh*t, yeah")
My b*tch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "b*tch, yeah" (I'm like, "b*tch, yeah")
Any time she need some money, I'm like, "b*tch, here" (I'm like, "b*tch, here")
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, b*tch
I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "sh*t, yeah" (I'm like, "sh*t, yeah")
My b*tch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "b*tch, yeah" (I'm like, "b*tch, yeah")
Any time she need some money, I'm like, "b*tch, here" (I'm like, "b*tch, here")
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, b*tch
[Outro]
I got a big bag for the money, I'm like, "sh*t, yeah"
My b*tch say I'm thuggin', I'm like, "b*tch, yeah"
Any time she need some money, I'm like, "b*tch, here"
Give her a couple racks, her Chanel match her nails, b*tch
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