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Yeah Me? I got the bag goin' up You know we? We got the bag goin' up, yeah You know I? I'm on the way I get the lake house and the estate Beach house in Cali, pop the champagne I got the bag, yeah, I got the bag goin' up like You got the drip? I'm the whole lake, bitch, look at my skin Look at my hairline, look at that shit Nevermind that though, I'm probably goin' thin Fuck out the way, don't look at my bitch Y'all really got big off suckin' that dick Big ups to you kid, go get your bag quick Go pay your masters, you can't be that rich, nah Me? I got the bag goin' up, shit You know we? We got the bag goin' up You know I? I'm on the way I get the lake house and the estate Beach house in Cali, pop the champagne (oh, my) I got the bag, yeah, I got the bag goin' up like (yeah, alright) Hype me up, I got a ego complex The drinks are on me like a late night prom dress I might get a lease on a G5 priv' jet I did the possible now I got a shego on deck Ok, is that raunchy? I don't know no better I communicate through touch like I'm Helen Keller I got a salary from posting 30-second videos I don't need the bag to make me happy, but I want it though I got the place, you bring your bestie and chardonnay I got the good view, DTLA And if you're hungry, I got the Lay's I got the (The bag goin' up) Nomad, been a long ass motherfucking time Gettin' to this motherfucking point You know, niggas been grindin' for a while It's about that time to shine
Writer(s): Austin Marc Sardoni, Charlie Beard, Abhi Vaidehi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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