Dropped A Bag Lyrics

Just dropped a bag on his head

Spend it for some bread

Make that shit right back

Take that shit relax

Just got a bag off of gas

You know that's a fact

I get to them racks

Make that shit right back

Old ways put to rest

Was way too negative

Wanted to finesse

That shit was a mess

My life is a test

And I just want success

I got to say I'm blessed

That's why I got no stress

No more, questions

We ain't debating no more who the best is

You think you really up the score, who you testing?

And I don't want that lil whore, I want the check bitch

Go get me a necklace

Just dropped a bag on his head

Spend it for some bread

Make that shit right back

Take that shit relax

Just got a bag off of gas

You know that's a fact

I get to them racks

Make that shit right back

Hold on, hold on, niggas acting funny

Hold on, hold on, thought you was my homie

Hold on, hold on, nigga why you fronting

Hold on hoe, it's a whole lotta money, yeah

Wow, she like when I take off my shirt

She like when I get to the work

I just unlocked a new perk

Got it right outta the mud, the mud

Pulled it right outta the dirt

Can't even give her a hug, a hug

Do that really make me a jerk?

Dropped a bag on his head

Spend it for some bread

Make that shit right back

Take that shit relax

Just got a bag off of gas

You know that's a fact

I get to them racks

Make that shit right back

Dropped a bag on his head

Spend it for some bread

Make that shit right back

Take that shit relax

Just got a bag off of gas

You know that's a fact (Yeah)

I get to them racks (Racks)

Make that shit right back (Yeah)