Lirik Lagu I Get the Bag (Feat. Migos) - Gucci Mane
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SouthsideHah, it's GucciIt's Drop Top, Wizop, oohIf Young Metro don't trust you (yeah)I'm gon' shoot ya (ayy)
You get the bag and fumble itI get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah)Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash)And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot)Then she gon' fuck up a bag (yeah)Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (yeah)Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah)In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy)Drop the top when it's cold (drop top)But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy)Be real with meKeep it 100, just be real with me (ayy)Eat it up like it's a feast (whoa, eat it up)They say the dope on fleek (yep)
Percocet pill on me (Percocet)Ice on my neck, baby, chill with me (ice)Them niggas that post in the back don't say nothin'Them niggas will kill for meBack ends I count in my sleep, on fleek100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe)Bitch, I'm a dog, eat my treat (hrr)Hop out the frog and leap (leap)I put them bricks in the fenderMy bitch, she walk around like she Kris Jenner (Kris Jenner)I used to break in and enterThen Takeoff runnin' like the game of temple (whew)It's simple, I play with her mentalMomma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama)Count it up, 'cause I'm a money symbolWalkin' with the racks, I'm lookin' crippled (money)Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (tip her)A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel)Not from L.A. but I clip her (brr)Double my cup, pour a triple (Actavis)Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my...)I'm not your average or typical (I'm not your...)Look at my wrist, and it's critical (look at the...)Hold it up, droppin' the temperature (droppin' the...)I get that bag on the regular (bag)I got a bag on my cellular (brr)Backin' up, baggin' up vegetables (bag)Bag of them cookies, it's medical (cookies)Cocaine, codeine, etcetera (white)Cocaine and lean, it's federal (white)I take off, landin' on NebulaAs of now 20 M's on my schedule (Takeoff)
You get the bag and fumble itI get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah)Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash)And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot)And she gon' fuck up her back (yeah)Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (yeah)Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah)In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy)Drop the top when it's cold (drop top)But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy)Be real with meKeep it 100, just be real with me (it's Gucci, ayy)Eat it up like it's a feast (hah, whoa, eat it up)They say the dope on fleek (yep)
I know that you niggas gettin' sick of me (eww-ah)These chains on my neck cost a mil' a piece (umm)I don't even like to freestyle for freeI put in the key and I ride the beatI won't even come out the house for freeI pay a nigga to drive for me (huh?)JAY-Z couldn't even co-sign for meI do what I want, 'cause I'm signed to me (damn)I get the, I get the, I get the bagThey get the bag, have to cut it in half (Wop)Stop the comparin', y'all makin' me laughNeed the rehab, I'm addicted to cashConvertible Wop, convertible topMy dope got a vertical, look at it hopSkrrt, skrrt, skrrt, and it jump out the pot (pot)Came out of jail and went straight to the topTake it easy, baby, middle of summer, I'm freezin', baby (burr)Don't leave me, babyJust drop to your knees and please me, baby (go)I'm fascinated, two bitches so fine that I masturbated (hah)Congratulations, she brain me so good that I graduated (wow)They had to hate itI don't fuck with them niggas, they plastic, baby (heh)A trapper, baby, I rap but I own all my masters, babyIt's tragic, baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic, baby (hah)A savage, babyI'm killin' these niggas, closed casket, baby (ayy, Wop)
You get the bag and fumble itI get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah)Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash)And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot)And she gon' fuck up her back (yeah)Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (yeah)Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah)In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy)Drop the top when it's cold (drop top)But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy)Be real with meKeep it 100, just be real with me (ayy)Eat it up like it's a feast (whoa, eat it up)They say the dope on fleek (yep)
You get the bag and fumble itI get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah)Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash)And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot)Then she gon' fuck up a bag (yeah)Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (yeah)Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah)In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy)Drop the top when it's cold (drop top)But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy)Be real with meKeep it 100, just be real with me (ayy)Eat it up like it's a feast (whoa, eat it up)They say the dope on fleek (yep)
Percocet pill on me (Percocet)Ice on my neck, baby, chill with me (ice)Them niggas that post in the back don't say nothin'Them niggas will kill for meBack ends I count in my sleep, on fleek100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe)Bitch, I'm a dog, eat my treat (hrr)Hop out the frog and leap (leap)I put them bricks in the fenderMy bitch, she walk around like she Kris Jenner (Kris Jenner)I used to break in and enterThen Takeoff runnin' like the game of temple (whew)It's simple, I play with her mentalMomma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama)Count it up, 'cause I'm a money symbolWalkin' with the racks, I'm lookin' crippled (money)Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (tip her)A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel)Not from L.A. but I clip her (brr)Double my cup, pour a triple (Actavis)Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my...)I'm not your average or typical (I'm not your...)Look at my wrist, and it's critical (look at the...)Hold it up, droppin' the temperature (droppin' the...)I get that bag on the regular (bag)I got a bag on my cellular (brr)Backin' up, baggin' up vegetables (bag)Bag of them cookies, it's medical (cookies)Cocaine, codeine, etcetera (white)Cocaine and lean, it's federal (white)I take off, landin' on NebulaAs of now 20 M's on my schedule (Takeoff)
You get the bag and fumble itI get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah)Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash)And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot)And she gon' fuck up her back (yeah)Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (yeah)Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah)In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy)Drop the top when it's cold (drop top)But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy)Be real with meKeep it 100, just be real with me (it's Gucci, ayy)Eat it up like it's a feast (hah, whoa, eat it up)They say the dope on fleek (yep)
I know that you niggas gettin' sick of me (eww-ah)These chains on my neck cost a mil' a piece (umm)I don't even like to freestyle for freeI put in the key and I ride the beatI won't even come out the house for freeI pay a nigga to drive for me (huh?)JAY-Z couldn't even co-sign for meI do what I want, 'cause I'm signed to me (damn)I get the, I get the, I get the bagThey get the bag, have to cut it in half (Wop)Stop the comparin', y'all makin' me laughNeed the rehab, I'm addicted to cashConvertible Wop, convertible topMy dope got a vertical, look at it hopSkrrt, skrrt, skrrt, and it jump out the pot (pot)Came out of jail and went straight to the topTake it easy, baby, middle of summer, I'm freezin', baby (burr)Don't leave me, babyJust drop to your knees and please me, baby (go)I'm fascinated, two bitches so fine that I masturbated (hah)Congratulations, she brain me so good that I graduated (wow)They had to hate itI don't fuck with them niggas, they plastic, baby (heh)A trapper, baby, I rap but I own all my masters, babyIt's tragic, baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic, baby (hah)A savage, babyI'm killin' these niggas, closed casket, baby (ayy, Wop)
You get the bag and fumble itI get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah)Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash)And the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (thot)And she gon' fuck up her back (yeah)Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (yeah)Droppin' the dope in the stash (yah)In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (ooh, brr, ayy)Drop the top when it's cold (drop top)But you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ayy)Be real with meKeep it 100, just be real with me (ayy)Eat it up like it's a feast (whoa, eat it up)They say the dope on fleek (yep)
