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My bag got bigger, My bag got bigger Even when I was broke, I was still that nigga, still that nigga Better act like you know something We gonna stack it up to the ceilin', stack it up to the ceilin' Oooh, my bag, my bag, I been in my bag, I been in my bag, oooh, oooh You don't really hate me you just wanna hang with me Thumpin' through uh million dollars and I need every penny Getting paid from this music I don't need uh 360 Slidin' in uh Hellcat the dash do a jiffy Why these niggas mad? They just want attention I ain't got no common sense you better keep distance Need who? Need what? Keep me out yo' mentions Dick sucker popping like a girl on her menstrual Hate when people tell me I'ma need 'em Do it look like it? Never been pressured I'm the shooter and the street fighter Anyways, I'm beating up uh bag I'm the chastiser Why I need you? You be talking bout yo' own patna Then post on the gram how you solid don't need nobody I be to uh bag I ain't finna wear no fake rollie Most real niggas get killed by they own homie I'm him and you uh copycat I call it nut holdin' My bag got bigger, My bag got bigger Even when I was broke, I was still that nigga, still that nigga Better act like you know somethin' We gonna stack it up to the ceilin', stack it up to the ceilin' Oooh, my bag, my bag, I been in my bag, I been in my bag, oooh, oooh Five percent tint double park the Maybach They don't wanna see me with uh bag I know it These blue face hundreds pink fifties add up Don't grind won't eat don't be askin' 'bout uh lunch I be clean in the cut like peroxide I'll never put these chips before my God Or my morals or anybody I say I love If you got me I promise you ain't no switchin'up You better know it All my haters broke and if you wishin' bad on me you uh hoe See I can't let my loyalty make a fool out me Told me they couldn't survive but they good without me And now I'm straight You didn't help me make it ain't no eating off my plate Steak, lobster, caviar for everybody stayed Playing with my people is like buying you a grave What can I say we paid My bag got bigger, My bag got bigger Even when I was broke, I was still that nigga, still that nigga Better act like you know somethin' We gonna stack it up to the ceilin', stack it up to the ceilin' Oooh, my bag, my bag, I been in my bag, I been in my bag, oooh, oooh
Writer(s): Damon Franklin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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