Get That Bag Lyrics

Fill yo plate

Let's go get that money

Let's go get that bag

If he try some shit I say that's okay, we gon' get him back

Why the fuck you on yo ass, it ain't no point in sitting back

Why you switch up on yo brothers

What type of shit is that

Yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah

Never gon' switch on my brothers for clout

Never gon' switch for no change

Yeah, I threw a scope on the top of the chop

Just 'cause it help with the aim

Yeah, I need them VVS

Need them diamond hitting, man yo Rollie too plain, yeah

Up in a foreign, I floor it, the latest, the greatest

We swerving through, switching them lanes

I'm finna run up a M by myself

I don't need you lil' bro, I just hang with the gang

Hop in a Bentley, hop in a Trackhawk

End of the day I just hop in a plane

Bitch, I'm the king, I'm talking my shit

I know these boys ain't stopping my reign

I'm finna cop a new Trackhawk

Shout out my bro, he copping the Range

He acting strange, no he cannot hang

I hang with my day ones

Dedicated to the grind, lil' bitch

I don't give a fuck if this shit take months

Talking 'bout money in yo songs but in yo video flexing them fake hunds, yeah

I saw that orange tip, you cornball

Why you flexing them fake guns, yeah

Why you flexing that fake drip

I be posted in Bape, bitch

Talking that shit on the net but when I see you

You don't really say shit

You a lame, you can't hang, bitch

Stack my money that shit eight six

Up in 'lenciaga, you in Asics

I just bought out Prada, man, don't say shit

Fill yo plate

Let's go get that money

Let's go get that bag

If he try some shit I say that's okay, we gon' get him back

Why the fuck you on yo ass, it ain't no point in sitting back

Why you switch up on yo brothers

What type of shit is that

Why the fuck you can't flip a bag

Why the fuck you not getting racks

I was running up that money, I was making them moves

Lil' bitch I was skipping class

In a S Plaid, I'll bitch a Track

Yeah, I'm whipping that

Yeah, I hit a turn and then I'm drifting that

Now they getting mad

Bitch, I'm in first, you just sit in last

I just been working, man, all fucking day

Don't give a fuck what they say (Say)

He talking shit then my bro he gon' slide

No he is not gon' be safe (Safe)

Bitch I know I'm the goat, no lie

And I be covered in Bape, yeah

How the fuck I kill it, I don't even try

Really it ain't much to say, yeah

Really it ain't much to chase the bag, chase the bag

Chase the bag, until the day that you drop

Up in the SRT I hit 200 right on the highway I was ducking them cops

Bro he was getting bands right off that punching

When I say that punching ain't talking 'bout box

People been changing, they switching up quick

Don't know who be my brothers and who be my opps

Lil' bro why you talking 'bout me, I got more money than yo fucking pops

I threw the beam on the top of the glock, then all the rest of my chops

Yeah, they want me to pop out but I cannot, y'all just be acting like cops

I put some 'lenci right up on my shoes, then I put 'lenci right up on my socks

Fill yo plate

Let's go get that money

Let's go get that bag

If he try some shit I say that's okay, we gon' get him back

Why the fuck you on yo ass, it ain't no point in sitting back

Why you switch up on yo brothers

What type of shit is that

Why the fuck you can't flip a bag

Why the fuck you not getting racks

I was running up that money, I was making them moves

Lil' bitch I was skipping class

In a S Plaid, I'll bitch a Track

Yeah, I'm whipping that

Yeah, I hit a turn and then I'm drifting that

Now they getting mad

Bitch, I'm in first, you just sit in last