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Bags of Money
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Where is he?
Concentrate on the job
Don't disturb me, doc
Gimme bags of money, I don't want that small shit
I don't need that regular, all I wanna get is some
Bags of money, fuck a credit card
All I want is cash, getting money is my task
Gimme bags of money, I don't want that small shit
I don't need that regular, all I wanna get is some
Bags of money, fuck a credit card
All I want is cash, getting money is my task
I made my choice, the whole world gotta hear my voice
Even OG niggas be like, "Shit, I feel them boys"
I'ma just say it once, you gotta pay attention
There's so many rap fans and a lot of 'em is tension
All they hear is wack shit, these niggas gangsta rap quick
Dawg, all that fake stuff is gonna get your back split
'Cause you can't match this, y'all need to grasp this
You had a fling with rap, now she left you after last kiss
I'm the next thing to blow, put 'em to rest for sure
I'm making moves up in this bitch, y'all still moving slow-mo
I'm that nigga, money still tight, dawg, dawg, I'm hating this
Thought it'd be my religion if I was an atheist
But never that, the truth is God is Almighty
I'm a champion, where my ring? I ain't gon' ask politely
They really think I'm dumb, I'm telling y'all these fags is funny
I ain't gon' stop 'til I have a few bags of money
Gimme bags of money, I don't want that small shit
I don't need that regular, all I wanna get is some
Bags of money, fuck a credit card
All I want is cash, getting money is my task
Gimme bags of money, I don't want that small shit
I don't need that regular, all I wanna get is some
Bags of money, fuck a credit card
All I want is cash, getting money is my task
Get that cash by the bag, get that ass with my swag
I'm on a task, get a jab, you ain't in my class, gotta brag
'Cause you ain't getting it right, your paper's kinda light
Plus I'm fucking your wife, what I'm saying's kinda trife
With these bags of money, yeah, it's funny how it goes
Before it was nothing, now I'm beating back the hoes
Plus the clothes is crisp and my foes is pissed
And the load is thick, plus these blows is swift
And you know this shit, so don't get it twist
'Bout to cock back the cuff and blind you with the wrist
Y'all can't run from the spot, I'm too short to box with the god
Get done in on the run-in with a good fella nod
We on the case, paper chase, need a job, save face
We will just lift you inside a space, how that power taste?
Diamonds in the bag and a cold glass of Ace
This is how it's done, son, ain't nobody safe
And if it come down to it, there's one in the waste
Like I said before, it ain't nobody safe
Bags of money
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