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Bag Talk
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Renni Rucci
Renni Rucci
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Renni Rucci
Renni Rucci
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Heavy
Heavy
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy, Heavy, turn the beat up, though Yuh Catch a broke bitch throwin' that shade, put the fire in her face Now I caught a bitch sunny Nah, these hoes ain't get no money My bitches come through, we'll leave a bitch runnin' Bitch, I'm gunnin' Hoe show me my opponent I count that bag with my feet up I'm beating the beat up Make yo' nigga eat up Me havin' money, we havin' a threesome His bitch out of line, call me the wife-beater I'm in the trap with the pack and the heater These bitches, they followin' me like the leader He love on me 'cause he know I don't need him This that bag talkin', put your lil' money up Bitches ain't talkin' 'bout shit I got a brick sittin' on my wrist 'Cause your lil' money just drip like this This that bag talkin', put your lil' money up Bitches ain't talkin' 'bout shit I got a brick sittin' on my wrist 'Cause your lil' money just drip like this (This that...) I rock Dior with a Dickie Bitch, I'm a slut, I get filthy Hide this bitch out in my city These bitches, they ain't fucking wit' me I need them racks like I'm 50 I got that power, I bring out the stars I make bitches rap, gotta bring out the bars Exposin' these bitches, they cappin' in they rap If I catch every nigga, I'm pullin' they cars He take you on a date and he took me to the bank I could do everything a broke hoe can't Yeah, they see me everywhere a broke hoe ain't Put that red on your hair, you gon' watch a bitch paint Kyrie with the switch-up These niggas can't keep up, I'm breakin' them down to the socks Everything litty, he likes when it's hot He need a milli' to get in this box My dealer's big business, I ain't got no feelings You shooter, you get off the pot Them hunnids, he feelin' em, bag for a villain I'm taking him for what he got I'ma re-up, and flip it, and stack it, and stack it You talk about it, I make that shit happen Showed him the real, now he hate a bitch cappin' And I walk in the room and the bitches start clappin' This that bag talkin', put your lil' money up Bitches ain't talkin' 'bout shit I got a brick sittin' on my wrist 'Cause your lil' money just drip like this This that bag talkin', put your lil' money up Bitches ain't talkin' 'bout shit I got a brick sittin' on my wrist 'Cause your lil' money just drip like this (This that...)
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