Top Songs By Broke God
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Poetic
Songwriter
Clarence Edwards Gass
Songwriter
Evan Gransaull
Songwriter
Lyrics
Bag
Bag
Bag
Bag
I done tried to go to school man that shit trash
All I really wanna know is how to get to that bag
Small numbers add it up into a big stack
Big cash
Make em' wonder how I did that
I'm in the trap but I ain't trapped I got a big head
And it's full of THC
Plus thirty ways to get the bread
Y'all can't see the P
Like a brick up in yo TV screen
I don't sip promethazine
Gota cup full of that canna lean
Aye
Aye
But let's get down to business
Know if that payment pending I can't put that pack up in your palms nah
Please check your wallet 'fore you call the fucking don na
'Fore I take your arms uh
Nah
Bought a bat in nineteen for this exact thang
Oh you don't wanna pay Bang
Hit that nigga with a star swing
I put some red up on his carpeting
I put some red up on it
I put some red up on his gold chain
I'm sipping red rum if you say a thing
So keep that shit in mind and keep the folks up out our business
The profits hit ridiculous
The money don't do no bitching
I just make it and I spend it
I just make it and I
Flip it
The money I gotta get it
I'm tryna get a billion imma stack until I hit
I'm doing it for the custies I don't do it for no critics
I came here with a goal I'm not leaving till I hit it
Need that million bitch let's get it
Bag man
Bag man
Bag man
Bag
Bag man
Bag man
Bag man
Bag
Bag man
Bag man
Bag man
Bag
Bag man
Bag man
Bag man
Bag
I get cash so fast they call me Benjamin
I'm lightning in da building man
Counting up my Benjamin's
So much dough descending man
I'm feeling like a sinner man
Gotta go to church again
Putting in that work again
(BING BONG)
If you don't suck my Robin I won't eat Selina Kyle
Cause his name is Dick and her name is Cat
If she doesn't shave that's a Cat in the Hat
I drive around with a gat in the back
My Glock stay up front if I'm under attack
I got pulled over with packs in the trunk
Lit off that henny I know I was drunk
The last time they had shot it had missed me
That bullet tried to kiss me, but I can't kiss no Ho's not even Hollow Points
To make a case it had no point
Faded but I'm still on point
Made it but I'm still on go
These haters tryna steal my flow
No
If you wanna try the gang then you better have a plan, lil bitch
Cause I'll put em in that sand on my Garra shit
And watch 'em dry out
Leave 'em there, preserve the skin and hair the soul gone fly out
Let's get it
Bag man
Bag man
Bag man
Bag
Bag man
Bag man
Bag man
Bag
Bag man
Bag man
Bag man
Bag
Bag man
Bag
Bag
Bag
Writer(s): Clarence Gass
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com