Bag lyrics
by Quilly
[Intro: Quilly]
Ride for that bag!
Slide for that bag
b*tches'll cross you, n*ggas' switch sides for that bag!
Big bag; Santa Claus
Cookin' up, it's comin' back; Diana Ross
Gettin' to it! n*ggas' mad
Cuz I was broke and came back wit a bigger bag!
Give me that bag, I want the bag!
Give me that bag, I want the bag!
[Verse 1: Quilly]
I'm still countin' money, I ain't makin' sh*t
I want that kinda bag, I gotta weigh that sh*t
This b*tch countin' my pockets, man I hate that sh*t
Want me to take her shoppin' like she help me make that sh*t
In the field, catchin' plays, 10 shows, 6 days
See, I'm a trendsetter, you just ride waves
"E" choppin' bricks, he the Sensei
Paranoia, somebody call my lawyer
That bag like, better get that bag right
Fore' I send some n*ggas' at you, for a bag of that dough
They be right at your head, put a tag on your toe
Dollar Dollar bill n*gga
Hittin' licks, make you strip; Dollar bill n*gga
Keep that 40 tucked in my Tommy Hillfigers
I get that bag by myself, I don't feel n*ggas
[Intro: Quilly]
Ride for that bag!
Slide for that bag
b*tches'll cross you, n*ggas' switch sides for that bag!
Big bag; Santa Claus
Cookin' up, it's comin' back; Diana Ross
Gettin' to it! n*ggas' mad
Cuz I was broke and came back wit a bigger bag!
Give me that bag, I want the bag!
Give me that bag, just give me that bag!
[Verse 2: Quilly]
Junkies knockin' at my door, they got it bad
My n*gga just called me, said he needed half
Ok, I'm steppin' up my bag cuz you made me mad
You f*ckin' up your credit, runnin' up your tab
And, I don't owe these n*ggas' nothin'
On that, I'ma charge my Uncle and my Cousin
Soon as you gettin' to it, n*ggas' say you stuntin'
When I was f*cked up, you ain't give me a Onion
Now, I'm stuntin'; Givenchy
Now, I'm stuntin' in Fendi
All I want is that bag, please don't short me a penny
I'll hit you wit the Semi, do it all for the Benji
Ain't it crazy, tables turn, now they callin' me stingy
Now they callin' me greedy, I ain't feedin' the needy
I ain't takin' care of that hoe, that b*tch did me greezy
Makin (?), prolly go straight to the top
Get me away from the snakes, get me away from this block
Medicine bag, overdose, them n*ggas' crossed
Now I'm Holy Ghost
I don't respect attempts, get your wreck up
But I respect the n*gga wit his check up!
[Intro: Quilly]
Ride for that bag!
Slide for that bag
b*tches'll cross you, n*ggas' switch sides for that bag!
Big bag; Santa Claus
Cookin' up, it's comin' back; Diana Ross
Gettin' to it! n*ggas' mad
Cuz I was broke and came back wit a bigger bag!
Give me that bag, I want the bag!
Give me that bag, just give me that bag!