gettin’ 2 the bag - abg rocky lyrics
them n*ggas mad? ha
i’m gone keep getting money n*gga til the day i die
get yo money n*gga, f*ck what these n*ggas talking bout
abg n*gga, let’s go
he ain’t getting no bag, oh that’s why he mad
he gone f*ck around and end up in a body bag
he ain’t getting no paper so now he a hater
he gone f*ck around and end up in a newspaper
n*gga mad at me like i used to be his best friend
i don’t even know you n*gga why the h*ll you flexing
you ain’t gettin money so you hating from the stressing
i don’t givе a d*mn about the way you n*ggas dressing
if you want this smoke, drop yo location and addrеss me
yeah you got a bad b*tch but that do not impress me
i can take her from you just in a matter of seconds
but i don’t come second to n*ggas that be begging
n*ggas out here begging like a crackhead
mad at me for getting money, all you make is flat bread
say it ain’t my fault you poor, n*gga you’s a blackhead
f*ck around and they gone find yo body on a flatbed
on gang
he ain’t getting no bag, oh that’s why he mad
he gone f*ck around and end up in a body bag
he ain’t getting no paper so now he a hater
he gone f*ck around and end up in a newspaper
he ain’t getting no bag, oh that’s why he mad
he gone f*ck around and end up in a body bag
he ain’t getting no paper so now he a hater
he gone f*ck around and end up in a newspaper
n*gga mad me like i used to be his homeboy
i don’t even know you n*gga what the h*ll you on boy
abg til my soul free, leave me alone boy
trying to steal my style but you better get your own boy
trying to copy, paste you ain’t my twin you ain’t my clone boy
if you need a bag i cannot give you a loan boy
i’m a bad boy you just a fake ass puffy combs boy
i’m the f*cking man around this b*tch and you unknown boy
they don’t know yo face and they don’t know yo name
acting like these internet junkies doing everything for fame
know yo mama wished she would’ve swallowed you back in the day
f*ck around and they gone find yo body in her driveway
on gang
he ain’t getting no bag, oh that’s why he mad
he gone f*ck around and end up in a body bag
he ain’t getting no paper so now he a hater
he gone f*ck around and end up in a newspaper
he ain’t getting no bag, oh that’s why he mad
he gone f*ck around and end up in a body bag
he ain’t getting no paper so now he a hater
he gone f*ck around and end up in a newspaper
aye mane, say mane
what type of n*gga wake up everyday mad at another n*gga for getting money
it’s enough money to go around this motherf*cker for all of us
you understand me
and then what type of n*gga wake up wanting to be another n*gga
or compare hisself to another n*gga
that sh*t kinda zesty
f*ck you talking bout n*gga
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