Super Bag

Catfish ain't bad, baby, you like it? Just for you She chase the bag, and she know she gonna get I show up in something vivid I use to lay in the civic He owe me money, so I pay him a visit Yeah, young niggas, yeah they salute me I got the snow like the Fugees She lives like curse Prepare for war, I'm the worst Dress up in black like a panther I drop diamonds on her finger My mom she sick she got cancer I got tattoos on my arms, it the tattoos of my moms Fresh OG Cush in the bong Pray to Allah she the one Maybe she gon' have my son Fuck her one time, now it on Her body fresh like the cleaners I was 19 with a Beamer Double R with no chauffeur No breakfast, but I got toasters She wears Prada, and she be posting Don Lucho with the paper, I set her up in a villa Money so long, at her villa Matching Cubans, her father She so loyal, I'ma wife her My wife's got special effect She wanna sex with the best I'ma go serve her the cheque Fuck a new bitch, I be slaying Dressed up in white in a jet Chop it, chop it down She's a cute bee with no frame Tifi Nico is your crown I know your man is a clown We do vacas outta town I kept money by the palm Man on 40, got no sound (baw)