Bags

(Ayy, Ross sauce it up) tell me what you want

Just let me pack up your past

They got you diamonds and chains

I'm runnin' out wit' a bag

Yeah, number one ain't nobody can match

Pull up and have some fun

I'll make you leave in a sec'

Tell me what you want

Just let me pack up your past

They got you diamonds and chains

I'm runnin' out wit' a bag

Yeah, I'm number one, ain't nobody can match

Pull up and have some fun

I'll make you leave in a sec'

Tell me what you want

Just let me pack up your past

They got you diamonds and chains

I'm runnin' out with a bag

Yeah, I'm number one, ain't nobody can match

Pull up and have some fun

I'll make you leave in a sec'

I might just drop a bag, I'll fuck, no strings attached

Get her to call me dad, these diamonds never crack

Told her, "Don't call my celly", too busy dropping Benjis

I'm dropping K's on Fendi, you want to, you can't end me

Tryna uncover, I'ma turn into a widow

Riding with a thot in the back of a Limo

Bass hits hard, yeah, fat like a kilo

A6 on, you wack like a Dio

Gotta ride white keys for the private white Lamb

If you fuck with me, it will hurt, goddamn

With my top piece and my short down town

You can't beat me, so just write that down

I know that's what she want, to ride a new Ferrari

Pull up and have some fun, girl, I just love the story

I keep on gettin' bags, ain't never comin' back

I'm beating everybody, everybody (every, oh)

Tell me what you want

Just let me pack up your past

They got you diamonds and chains

I'm runnin' out with a bag

Yeah, I'm number one, ain't nobody can match

Pull up and have some fun

I'll make you leave in a sec'

Tell me what you want

Just let me pack up your past

They got you diamonds and chains

I'm runnin' out wit' a bag

Yeah, I'm number one, ain't nobody can match

Pull up and have some fun

I'll make you leave in a sec'