Yea, (awhh o awhh)
Ah yea yea
(Ayo stacks run it up)
Yea (yea)
I got to get me a bag
Steady to the cash but my bro on the same shit
No I don't fuck with no lane bitch
Can't even fuck on the same chick
I heard your shit ain't got swag
That shit is so sad
Puttin' work out that basement
I told you double that payment
Lil boy I'm not one you can play with
I grew up in Brooklyn
Left right I keep lookin'
If the opps come then we get to bookin'
So sad
All my young uns they shook
Get a bag we don't play by the book
Made a slap now they all wanna hug
If you ask yea
I do the dash yea
Got money, bags yea
For the ones that they took
I, I knew that I'm good aye
Straight face and I look
They say that budget is in my outlook yea
Hot mail
We gon' post bail
When that ship sail, oh yea
I pop tags that's my swag don't get mad
Go down
They wanna know how we came up
Out the basement
We stand stuck
I was down bad on my ex
I had no job
I was fucked up yea
Now I get to sit back and laugh
While you haters are mad
And you countin' your paystubs
I do this all on my own
Right off the wake
Imma go get my cake up
I got to get me a bag
Steady to the cash but my bro on the same shit
No I don't fuck with no lane bitch
Can't even fuck on the same chick
I heard your shit ain't got swag
That shit is so sad
Puttin' work out that basement
I told you double that payment
Lil boy I'm not one you can play with aye
Watch out
Everyone come for that ride out yea
Say watch out
Watch out we came out the dog pound yea
Say watch out
Everyone come for that ride out yea
Say watch out
Watch out we came out the dog pound yea
I got to get me a bag
Steady to the cash but my bro on the same shit
No I don't fuck with no lane bitch
Can't even fuck on the same chick
I heard your shit ain't got swag
That shit is so sad
Puttin' work out that basement
I told you double that payment
Lil boy I'm not one you can play with
