Turkey Bag

I'm talking Turkey Bags

I get to the cash

I can't stop it

How I pop it

Got ‘em mad

Girl don't stop it Keep it popping Show ya ass

When you popping Ain't no stopping Hit the gas

Where the bag

I need all my shit in blues

Yea I get chosen

So the bitch she gotta choose

I keep it rolling

Get ‘em in and make ‘em move I keep it rolling

Get ‘em in and make ‘em move

See nah this ain’t no big rich town I come from a small city

where good product turn small into big business

my circle small lil homie

but we got big visions

**** small talk they ass off t hat’s a big difference

we bout motion,

all my homies they certified

teams full of locals,

now we taking it nationwide

I’m mean global

knowing that I got Vegas with me plus I got my day ones

Twa & Gutta they staying with me triple beam dreams,

money stuffed in a duffle bag tried to make a million in my cul- de-sac

use to make a killing

slanging quarter sacks

me and momma both in the cabinet

looking for Turkey bags

now I non’ seen both ways

selling weed selling entrees/

yeah legal or illegal

whatever to feed to the people

I got neighbors in the kitchen

still flipping them chickens passing out turkeys like Bumpy every Thanksgiving ****

I'm talking Turkey Bags

I get to the cash

I can't stop it

How I pop it

Got ‘em mad

Girl don't stop it Keep it popping Show ya ass

When you popping Ain't no stopping Hit the gas

Where the bag

I need all my shit in blues

Yea I get chosen

So the bitch she gotta choose

I keep it rolling

Get ‘em in and make ‘em move I keep it rolling

Get ‘em in and make ‘em move

They put gates around this place To keep the hell iN

The bag turkey when you working Keep the smell in

The stuffin’ in it

A masterpiece I’m Master P

It ain’t no fucking limits

I took some losses

C-D’s-L's

And kept trucking with it

I’m Peterbuilt

I see the gift my vision sharper

I played my role on give-and-go’s like Tony Parker

They dodged demons

They scatted packs

To get a charger

It get deeper

It get darker

And I go harder

I remember when I got my first Turkey bag

I must’ve tote it like them bitches tote a Birkin Bag

Young and turnt

Mama asking where I'm working at

Trapping in the session **** murkin’ at

But I’m good

I could’ve graduated Yale **** But I’m hood

I gotta Chevy and a scale

Bitch I'm getting to it

I still remember first time that I made a G

Off Highway 80 had a pound in the baby seat

I bought some dope boy Nikes and some BlockWear

And hit the Birdland

And you was not there

I pledge allegiance to that fo’ hundred and forty-eight

Throw up the D for dealers dope runnin' in different states

Started wit’ a 28

Back when I was 14

Read dope boy

bitch and you can ask the dope fiends

Real dope boy

I bet a thousand dat my dope clean Real dope boy

Might spend a thousand on some dope jeans

I'm talking Turkey Bags

I get to the cash

I can't stop it

How I pop it

Got ‘em mad

Girl don't stop it Keep it popping Show ya ass

When you popping Ain't no stopping Hit the gas

Where the bag

I need all my shit in blues

Yea I get chosen

So the bitch she gotta choose

I keep it rolling

Get ‘em in and make ‘em move I keep it rolling

Get ‘em in and make ‘em move