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my bag - rich homie quan lyrics

[intro]
(it’s abandoned)

[pre*chorus]
(oh) i ain’t popped a perc’ in a week, boy, i think that a n*gga gettin’ withdrawal (oh)
i ain’t did a show in the city, time to pop out ’cause a n*gga miss y’all (oh)
chopper get to bustin’ with the green tip bullet, make a f*ck n*gga crip walk (oh)
told my lil’ n*ggas i don’t wanna do a three*sixty, i ain’t tryna pimp y’all (oh, oh)

[chorus]
i just been in my bag (what?), i just been in my bag (swear)
i just been in my bag (what kind?), gucci, goyard bag (ayy)
i just been in my bag (what bag?), louis v tote bag (tote, yeah)
i just been in my bag, i just been in my bag (rich homie bag big)

[verse]
lil’ homie got some sh*t on him that’ll knock a n*gga toes off (nike white jump sock, n*gga)
ever seen five*point*five, all blues in the goyard? (ever seen that much money?)
got some sh*t on me in my right pocket, won’t even fold up (i can’t even fold this sh*t)
might go to beanie sigel on a n*gga, like, but she ain’t do you, you’s a road runner (fah, fah, fah)
i’m in my bag and dip in and out, i’m glad
too many bags, they pilin’ up like trash
the counter done broke, we’re countin’ it up by hand (yeah)
this is not dope, we turn the music to cash
shawty so thick, front the front, i see her ass (ooh)
pulled up with bl!ck, ah, sh*t, it done jammed (f*ck)
no peanut b*tter, money got me out the jam (cash)
i put the money on the h*rns of his head like a ram (ayy)
i ain’t pull up by myself, you know i had the blam (yep)
i’ma get it back when i tax uncle sam (swear)
and i went v over the track’ and the lamb’ (v)
it’s still f*ck y’all, understand what i’m sayin’? (f*ck you)
ain’t no handbook to the game, so i advise you to find yourself a lil’ role in
i’m not the type to go back and forth
f*ckin’ ’round with the homie, boy, your head’ll have a hole in it (ayy)
[pre*chorus]
(oh) i ain’t popped a perc’ in a week, boy, i think that a n*gga gettin’ withdrawal (oh)
i ain’t did a show in the city, time to pop out ’cause a n*gga miss y’all (oh)
chopper get to bustin’ with the green tip bullet, make a f*ck n*gga crip walk (oh)
told my lil’ n*ggas i don’t wanna do a three*sixty, i ain’t tryna pimp y’all (oh, oh)

[outro]
i just been in my bag (bag), i just been in my bag (bag)
gucci, goyard bag (bag), louis v tote bag (bag)
can’t forget ’bout hermès (bag), you know that’s the birkin bag (bag)
it’s hard to pick out a bag when you been in your bag (bag)

- rich homie quan lyrics

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