歌词
[Intro]
(A lot of people break my chops, Joe, big guy like you? Driving a Kia? Kia Sorento?)
(You should drive a Cadillac, Mercedes)
(I mean—)
(Don't need all that)
(No?)
(Take a look, this is a new 2022 Kia Sorento, alright? You got the twenty-two inch rims)
Know a little freak in Hollywood (You got the fuckin' seats)
Know a little freak in Hollywood
Ayy, bags in the winter
Bags in the winter
Bags in the winter
Bags in the winter
I get bags in the winter
Bags in the—
[Chorus]
I get bags in the winter
Crash out to be a member
She just wanna fuck me 'cause her last **** didn't
And I am, put that pussy on a platter, Chinese dinner, take her out
If I see a opp 'round this bitch, I'ma take him down
Every time I hit your block, bitch, you ain't never there
Lulu down to her socks, bitch, my ho coming trim
I put shots on them, guap on them, why you talk to them?
I got these ol' knots, big ol' chops, I could cut his limb
[Verse 1]
I can't stop, I gotta get paid
Every day, I work like a maid
From the dark, you know where I came
I'm just sad, this shit ain't the same
Got the bread on me, I ain't playin’
You ain't stayin' with me, you ain't gangin'
You ain't rollin' with me, you ain't shootin' shit
Think I'm singin' but I'll really do you, bitch
Don't get fucked up by this auto tune and shit
Think he slumped off the drank, but it's Sudafed
I ain't givin' no fucks, I'll shoot 'em fast
She so thick, we just fucked and I blew the bag
Get a bag to fly out to Budapest
We all ball like we not knowin' who to check
That bitch worship me, shit, I'm like Buddha, man
I was down and kept rollin' like Scooter, man
I'm a artist, her body like Juliet
I'm a dog, baby, I do not need a vet
IRS to these ****, I'm takin' checks
I don't care where I'm goin', I'm takin' necks
Say they like how I'm scorin', they placin' bets
Said she like how I'm flowin', she wanna text
Told 'em I wanted more, I'm not takin' less
You so fine, bae, how you not taken yet?
You a dime and I'll be your quarterback
Had that shine on me way before the check
It's a crime to talk, where my lawyer at?
You got time, you know that I tote it, yeah
[Chorus]
I get bags in the winter
Crash out to be a member
She just wanna fuck me 'cause her last **** didn't
And I am, put that pussy on a platter, Chinese dinner, take her out
If I see a opp 'round this bitch, I'ma take him down
Every time I hit your block, bitch, you ain't never there
Lulu down to her socks, bitch, my ho coming trim
I put shots on them, guap on them, why you talk to them?
I got these ol' knots, big ol' chops, I could cut his limb
Written by: James Haley