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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chance the Rapper
Chance the Rapper
Vocals
Calboy
Calboy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chancelor J. Bennett
Chancelor J. Bennett
Songwriter
Calvin Woods
Calvin Woods
Songwriter
Nate Fox
Nate Fox
Songwriter
Peder Losnegård
Peder Losnegård
Songwriter
Peter Wilkins
Peter Wilkins
Songwriter
James Taylor
James Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chance the Rapper
Chance the Rapper
Producer
Peter CottonTale
Peter CottonTale
Producer
Nate Fox
Nate Fox
Producer
Lido
Lido
Producer

Songtexte

(Tellin' you now, now you're my only one) (Tellin' you now, now you're my only one) Uh-huh (Oh, tellin' you now, now you're my only one) Yup, yup, yup (Tellin' you now, now you're my only one) Let me tell you somethin' You want a bag, you get a bag You need a bag, you get a bag Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh You want a bag, you get a bag (a bag) You need a bag, you get a bag (bag) Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh You need a bag (Tellin' you now, now you're my only one) (Tellin' you now, now you're my only one) You need a, you need a, you need a bag (Tellin' you now, now you're my only one) (Tellin' you now, now you're my only one) You need a, you need a, you need a, need a Ayy, ayy, I pull up in that Elon, all these niggas felines I stopped smokin' cigarettes, now pussy taste like key lime Big ol' Birkin bag she could lean on like a crutch She said, "Babe, if it's too crazy, that .380 in my clutch" I say, "Yop, you know you my favorite shooter" Yop, bink-bink-bank-booka-booka Yop, we gon' keep it out of court We run plays, this shit a sport We some Gs, we don't want want pork (huh) We go crazy, make it work, work, work Shorty way too bad, she want a bag and not no purse Screamin', "Fuck the other grass" She want that gas and not that dirt She want that cash and I'm like Turk I want that cash, and she like work, work, work I'm just tryna get to it in a new way With the band on a beeper or the two-way (huh) We could get on the Venmo, what's to it? We could run just together, what's to it? When you want a bag, you get a bag You need a bag, you get a bag Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (go get it, go get it, go get it) You want a bag, you get a bag (a bag) You need a bag, you get a bag (bag) Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (go get it, go get it, go get it) I know I gotta get this money 'til my dyin' soul By the load, I come from the trenches, we was by the stove Baby, no, I don't wanna buy your love, but my heart is cold Gotta roll, all my homies old and I keep 'em close Lucid dream, ridin' that hemi thing, swear I do the most Brand new fiend, she drink anything, she might need a Coke Never sleep, gotta get to this bag, I ain't goin' broke Wanna kick it with me, but I ain't got no legs, I been on the go I don't go with no plan, better stick with your plan Did you hear what I said? I don't know what you sayin' And you know I'm the man, let's get to the deads Let's get to some bread, better hop out in your bag When you want a bag, you get a bag You need a bag, you get a bag Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (go get it, go get it, go get it) You want a bag, you get a bag (a bag) You need a bag, you get a bag (bag) Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (go get it, go get it, go get it) (Tellin' you now, now you're my only one) (Tellin' you now, now you're my only one) (Oh, tellin' you now, now you're my only one) (Tellin' you now, now you're my only one)
Writer(s): Chancelor Bennett, James Taylor, Nate Fox, Peder Losnegard, Calvin Woods, Peter Wilkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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