The Bag

Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I got the bag Got the reserves She tryna bag She tryna flirt Baby got back She know she work She be the baddest Make all of these niggas in here go berserk Shorty so fine, small batch Funky natural wine In a glass Got me reading the signs It's a match Got me runnin' the bases when it's a catch Got me making them faces while listening Got me up to the morning no Ritalin Like a couple of children, we gigglin' Got me up on the roof and I'm fiddlin' Fingers restless Playing with my drink Feeling reckless Shorty, what you think This is blessed Baby it's a dream This that next shit Maybe this the scene I been cooped up, wit my thoughts Gotten bloody, bruised up, on the sauce Gave myself a crew cut Feeling clean Dug in the stash and I found some things I got the bag Got the reserves She tryna bag She tryna flirt Baby got back She know she work She be the baddest Make all of these niggas in here go berserk Wish I was Half blind/Fetty Wap So fine, call the cops Overwhelmed by the fit Ring the bells, this is it Got these niggas playing games Got these niggas dropping names She told me nigga switch ya lane In that Chevy Impala, no tame Got her hand on my thigh and it's creeping up Tail lights in my eyes and I'm heating up Uber driver look like he done seen enough Apologize at the end like, we being dumb Upstairs got the old Kindle Cut a couple lines spit a couple riddles Tell a couple lies, only white ones But she know when I'm frontin' and likes um I got the bag Got the reserves She tryna bag She tryna flirt Baby got back She know she work She be the baddest Make all of these niggas in here go berserk I got the bag Got the reserves She tryna bag She tryna flirt Baby got back She know she work She be the baddest Make all of these niggas in here go berserk Live fast never die Making these moves on the fly Telling the truth with my eyes Making due with the newest surprise From the moment I saw you my neck broke Make it rain on your name till I'm dead broke Ain't no ball or no chain Ain't no death stroke Got me calling your name through a choked throat Got me holding you tight till morning Like I thought that I gave you the warning Like I don't want nothin that's feeling too serious All of the sudden I'm feeling delirious All of the sudden I'm cutting up something on flesh Okay you all know the rest Roll up the Benjamin, doing a line off the chest Baby you know you the best Yes I got the bag Got the reserves She tryna bag She tryna flirt Baby got back She know she work She be the baddest Make all of these niggas in here go berserk I got the bag Got the reserves She tryna bag She tryna flirt Baby got back She know she work She be the baddest Make all of these niggas in here go berserk