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The Bag
Hip-Hop/Rap
The Bag was released on December 25, 2024 by Bruhhh Records as a part of the album The Bag - Single
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Release DateDecember 25, 2024
LabelBruhhh Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dezbruhhh
Dezbruhhh
Rap
King Dee
King Dee
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dezbruhhh
Dezbruhhh
Songwriter
Deandre Johnson
Deandre Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CaseyBeats
CaseyBeats
Executive Producer
Casey Wiley
Casey Wiley
Producer

Lyrics

She fell in love with the cash, I fell in love with her ass
So it all makes sense, we out here, man, chasing dead presidents
She fell in love with the bag, I fell in love with her ass
So it all makes sense, we out here, chasing dead presidents
I pulled up in the Benz, she pulled up with her friends
Me and Dez make sense, so here, hop in the whip, or just follow the shit
And we can hit the pool, party man, and have a good time
Drink some good wine, bitch, I'm feeling hella fine
Got your body on my mind, got your eyes on my line
So meet me in the bedroom, we gon' have a good time
We gon' link like the Cuban link, all around my neck, she a freaky link
Tell her, bitch, I like that nasty sex, man, I pop so many perks
Man, ah **** stomach hurt, but I'm about to make her squirt
She look me in my eyes, man, she love the sky, I think I love this earth
Man, it's love and earth, spent so much bread, man, I think I know my fuckin' worth
Took the bitch out, bought a Birkin, man, she love to work
And every day, she suck my dick, man, I pay for birds
She fell in love with the cash, I fell in love with her ass
So it all makes sense, we out here, man, chasing dead presidents
She fell in love with the cash, I fell in love with her ass
So it all makes sense, we out here, man, chasing dead presidents
She fell in love with the bag, I fell in love with that ass
So it all makes sense, we out here, chasing dead presidents
We pulled up in the Benz, she pulled up with her friends
Me and her make sense, I'm not trying to cuff, I'm just trying to hit
Pulled up to the party to have a good time
Smoke some good weed, she didn't want wine
Shawty keep staring, I know what's on her mind
I can tell that she want it by the look in her eyes
She take me upstairs, start taking off her clothes
I guess we'll never know, is it me or cause my neck froze
I like to think both, but I could be wrong
And I could be right, I still hit it though
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
That's why we out here chasing dead presidents
I fell in love with the ass, she fell in love with the bag
Which is why this me and you won't even last
Peace
She fell in love with the cash, I fell in love with her ass
So it all makes sense, we out here, man, chasing dead presidents
She fell in love with the cash, I fell in love with her ass
So it all makes sense, we out here, man, chasing dead presidents
She fell in love with the bag, I fell in love with her ass
So it all make sense, we out here, chasing dead presidents
She fell in love with the bag, I fell in love with her ass
Written by: Deandre Johnson, Dez Bruhhh
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