BNB (Phreemix) [feat. Kierre Smith]

Just get your bag

Just get your bag, yeah

Brand new bag

At least you're getting your bag, yeah

Brand new bag

Just get your bag

Shorty tell me, that she need some cash to fuck

Slob on time I don't ask for much

Yo last **** got yo math fucked up

Thinking that a **** gone cash you up

Ass so fat I couldn't pass that up

Hop in break the pedal, he mad as fuck

New pack, new bag, just bag that up

Same me, new devil, I'm leveled up

I'm grinding no time, still bales are up

I ain't been home in a minute

Brand new bag

They know I'm grinding

They know I'm real for real

And I, come from the field

It's a brand new bag, yeah-yeah

Fuck what they thought about

I took the harder route

That was the smarter route

I had to get it

Knew that the sun was out

Now that my daughter out

I will not play no games with none of you ****

Progressing through motions

I'm happy I got it

And almost can get my folks out them trenches

God bless him and fuck him if he in his feelings

I do not duck him I stick to the business

Life's not a status, I hope that they get it

I'm more than valid, more valuable meaning

I know the money come after it ****

So I ain't worried I capture it ****

Long as the rent paid, as long as my kids ate

Imma stay after the mission

This more than passion lil ****

This more than rapping lil ****

This not no talent lil ****

This working magic lil ****

This pulling up like what's happening ****

Ain't no Bombay's in no casket lil ****

Fly like Aladdin lil ****

She think she Jasmine, she tripping

Bro nem gone slide off the pills

Bitch pick a side ain't no middle

Blood ain't always in your circle, no family ****

Nothing will damage me ****

I am not panicking ****

I learned to point it lil ****

And I don't care who around me lil ****

Come from a era I'm bout it lil ****

Come from a city where you got to watch who around you

Cause the ones close to you doubt you

Do you a favor, later on call in a voucher

I had to move those mountains

Had to get between those couches

Fuck who doubt it, I ain't drowning

Looking for loyalty still ain't found it

It's semi, won't lose my balance

Shorty say she love she done lost her mind

Grade A, day one I just pray for the better

**** just spoiled he don't know no better

I ain't worried about you I'm just counting these blessings

I'm grinding no time, still bales are up

I ain't been home in a minute

Brand new bag, yeah

They know I'm grinding

They know I'm real for real

And I, come from the field

It's a brand new bag, yeah-yeah

Shorty tell me, that she need some cash to fuck

Slob on time I don't ask for much

Yo new **** got yo math fucked up

Thinking that a **** gone cash you up

Ass so fat I couldn't pass that up

Hop in break the pedal, he mad as fuck

New pack, new bag, just bag that up

Same me, new devil, I'm leveled up

Brand new bag

At least you're getting your bag, yeah

Just get your bag

Just get your bag, yeah-yeah

At least you're getting to the bag

Fuck that **** that **** was a lad

I don't respect no **** with kids who ain't a dad

I don't respect no bitch who can't let go of the past

I don't do it for the money but the money keep me rapping

I ain't keep it to myself I always subtracted

Even when I didn't have it I knew a **** would have it

Fuck with her cause that bitch a little ratchet

And the girl she brought with her is a little savage

Only time he seen the field is when he playing Madden

Lot of **** killers but they still rapping

For every **** get it, it's one hundred watching

Know **** that turn him into a news caption

Know bitches that fuck him and let the crew in

You was slipping and fucking ain't had no move near

**** just count your blessings

Took my L, like I learned my lesson

Roll these L's cause a **** been stressing

Everybody destination a casket

Don't need no help, I'm cool with progression

Seven hundred ones, cause our work ethic

I'm so cool on the people who left me

Ain't saving no bitch, bitches ain't no shelf, shit

These Calvin Klein boxers and socks, top shelf shit

I can get it if I want cause a **** never had shit

This cigar on my body, she know she smell it

Have you ever made love to a real felon

Riding for a **** is more than writing letters

They say a **** changed but I did it for the better

The streets gave me nothing, so I stepped up a level

Stacked it in silence and stepped up my mental

Fuck what they thought about I'm a real ****

Friend or my enemy just don't pretend to me

I'm grinding no time, still bales are up

I ain't been home in a minute

Brand new bag

They know I'm grinding

They know I'm real for real

And I, come from the field

It's a brand new bag, yeah-yeah

Brand new bag

At least you're getting your bag, yeah

Just get your bag

Just get your bag, yeah