Lyrics

We still them niggas in the city going wild We still them niggas that the city talking bout We them niggas from the block Pull up in the Drop Horses out the stable I'm rolling hundred dollar bills up on the table And I aint never seen a bitch switch up on a nigga Did it for some singles Like I'm obsessive you gon pull up when I page you I spend my nights at eleven She don't speak no English but she talk money to me Don't drink too much liquor can't have you falling asleep Pretend that I'm with you then give you back to the streets Go and get your bag your bag your bag your bag your bag your bag Girl Go and get your bag your bag your bag your bag your bag your bag We would run out of work had to scrape the bag Sharing poles with my partners he give it back Would go to the plug and would nobody front me I'm still getting money I needed that I got credentials on my name I know you heard em I pull up in GMC trucks full of shooters its making you nervous She knows the lifestyle that I live looks better in person And I make her spin off on one of the niggas he probably deserved it Im still outside she's right on time drunk calling me I got the windows tinted on the ride so can't nobody see I spend my nights at eleven She don't speak no English but she talk money to me Don't drink too much liquor can't have you falling asleep Pretend that I'm with you then give you back to the streets Go and get your bag your bag your bag your bag your bag your bag Girl Go and get your bag your bag your bag your bag your bag your bag
Writer(s): Lucien Parker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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