Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Tory
Yung Tory
Vocals
Fetty Wap
Fetty Wap
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Itory Patterson-Christie
Itory Patterson-Christie
Songwriter
Willie Maxwell
Willie Maxwell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shoray
Shoray
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm up in my bag
Spend a bag, get it back
I want her, her ass fat
I smoke dope, that gas pack
I'm in space, I won't lie
Hit that bitch, gave her back
I'm that ****, yes I am
I don't think they understand
[Verse 2]
I'm the man, that's a fact
You got mad, I got cash
**** funny, I might laugh
Drunk as fuck, I might crash
Cookin' up in the lab
Spend a bag and I get it right back
**** mad, so I get my bag
Get in my bag
[Verse 3]
Drip when I splash, I'ma drip when I pass, ay
Whip cost a bag, get a whip, do the dash, baby
Thick and she bad, told that bitch, "Stay in her bag, baby"
Rich, so I'm braggin'
My left wrist, that's a dragon
[Verse 4]
I stay rich from the trap, baby
Ain't no cap
Hit his block, double back
Baby, then throw the straps
For my gang, chuck my P's up
Baby, we gon' scrap
Try the gang, gon' leave Jesus hangin' 'round your neck, yeah baby
[Verse 5]
I'm so stuck in my ways, baby
Keep gettin' money all day
Please stop rollin' that haze, baby
Bitch, I ain't smokin' no haze
I ain't tryna fuck you where I stay, baby
Bitch, get out of my face
Got **** that got what you need, baby
They be in the trap all day
[Verse 6]
Bitch, I'm up in my bag
Spend a bag, get it back
I want her, her ass fat
I smoke dope, that gas pack
I'm in space, I won't lie
Hit that bitch, gave her back
I'm that ****, yes I am
I don't think they understand
[Verse 7]
I'm the man, that's a fact
You got mad, I got cash
**** funny, I might laugh
Drunk as fuck, I might crash
Cookin' up in the lab
Spend a bag, get it right back
**** mad, so I get my bag
Get in my bag
[Verse 8]
Get in my bag, yeah
I spend them racks again
I just might crash the Benz
I just might smash your friend
It was an accident
I'm the shit like a laxative
**** funny, we laugh at them
You **** cap ass, yeah
I'm in the stu' till the morning
You was hatin' on me, I was tourin'
Why they be on my dick? I ignored them
Come get your bitch 'cause she whorin'
Had to show you a way, you was snorin'
Now I'm movin' up, money growin'
Shittin' on all of my old friends
[Verse 9]
No, I ain't checkin' on none of these bitches
'Cause when you down, they ain't fuckin' with you
Go try that shit with another ****
These **** lame, I ain't fuckin' with 'em
Bro keep a stick, yeah, he tuck it with 'em
She can't play me like a sucker ****
He gettin' busted, ****
[Verse 10]
Bitch, I'm up in my bag
Spend a bag, get it back
I want her, her ass fat
I smoke dope, that gas pack
I'm in space, I won't lie
Hit that bitch, gave her back
I'm that ****, yes I am
I don't think they understand
[Verse 11]
I'm the man, that's a fact
You got mad, I got cash
**** funny, I might laugh
Drunk as fuck, I might crash
Cookin' up in the lab
Spend a bag, get it back
**** mad, so I get my bag
Get in my bag, whoa
[Verse 12]
My bitch in my phone, she trippin' again
Written by: Fetty Wap, Itory Patterson-Christie
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