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bag - rush moneymitch lyrics

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walk inside my closet nothing but many tags
open up my garage it’s bigger then ya pad
you see my b*tch dawg i don’t mean to brag
but all that sh*ts a given when you gettin to da bag

and i been gettin to dat bag n*gga
i been gettin to dat bag
i been gettin to dat bag n*gga
i been gettin to dat bag

man i been gettin to dat bag
one of the fewest
swerving under influence
wood stuffed wit nothing but fuel in it

huge trucks we be movin it
drippin, drippin everything on me expensive
whippin, whippin u see ss in da stitchin
in the kitchen naw i ain’t cookin but my b*tch is

shrimp grits cheese eggs gravy wit the biscuits
stop playin man u n*ggas fraud
b*tch u see dez diamonds shining thru the fog
she see da louie buckle right before she take it off

she know i hustle like there ain’t no laws
that’s why she suck it like she breakin jaws
don’t tell me what to do if u ain’t did the sh*t
yeah that rappin sh*t is cool but did u live that sh*t

if not then we don’t really give a sh*t
you gettin money that’s a bet i’m tryna get it wit
walk inside my closet nothing but many tags
open up my garage it’s bigger then ya pad

you see my b*tch i don’t mean to brag
but all that sh*ts a given
when you gettin to da bag
and i been gettin to dat bag n*gga

i been gettin to dat bag
i been gettin to dat bag n*gga
i been gettin to dat bag
i been gettin to dat bag

i done been in my bag i ain’t changed yet
b*tch i’m still in the streets i ain’t changed yet
hop out on the oops get to bangin that
b*tch been grillin the beats

i got dead n*ggas in my pocket
b*tch i got plenty bodies
don’t give a f*ck b*tch who u round
i’m shooting at everybody

headfirst in the streets i done dived in
jump straight in that water the deep end
i was up in the trap servin dope fiends
23 had a glauc wit a green beam

i got balenis on my feet traded in my foamposites
they wanna book me for a show
i told em send deposits
10 bands that’s just for a walk thru

20k who u want me to talk to
bad b*tch i be f*ckin in the green room
get my backend then i jump in a h*llcat
my k!lla’s be trappin hit the plug and they mail that

that jugga be clapping that b*tch got kick back
knock the last n*gga sh*t back
walk inside my closet
nothing but many tags

open up my garage it’s bigger then ya pad
you see my b*tch i don’t mean to brag
but all that sh*ts a given
when you gettin to da bag

and i been gettin to dat bag n*gga
i been gettin to dat bag
i been gettin to dat bag n*gga
i been gettin to dat bag

man i been gettin to dat bag
five whips all of em tinted
pink slips none of em rented
rubber grip clip is extended

say sumn sl!ck and lip getting splitted boy
don’t tempt i’m ready stuff the bricks in a chevy
bust em down and tell the money get in my belly
they see me on a roll they tend to get jelly

and i got murder on my mind ymn melly
i’m k!llin the game on the field in the rain
they ain’t believe it at first
now they feelin the pain

i floss big sh*t
i pay every bill in my name
she on my d*ck d*ck
she say she don’t like chillin wit lame

everybody on my payroll
got whips, cribs and bankrolls
sipping champagne eating good at they table
foreign clothes ha who made those

foreign cash run them pesos
walk inside my closet
nothing but many tags
open up my garage it’s bigger then ya pad

you see my b*tch i don’t mean to brag
but all that sh*ts a given
when you gettin to da bag
and i been gettin to dat bag n*gga

i been gettin to dat bag
i been gettin to dat bag n*gga
i been gettin to dat bag
man i been gettin to dat bag

- rush moneymitch lyrics

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