Rarity Bag Lyrics

We in the VIP and we chill

Nothing you doing is real

Don't really care what you want

Don't really care what you feel

The coup got hydraulics

Beat got her moving her body

Know you ain't solid

We able to fuck up your wallet

I fuck up my money I slaughter my chicken

Stop all that talking you know I won't listen

My pockets too small my money ain't fitting

Put money on money that's simple addition

Add up the money I'm good at the math

Walk in this bitch with the rarity tote

This a rarity bag

I liking the shit that they talking the gossip just making me laugh

Popping a pill when I'm feeling sick

My bit looking fire when she rock the Rick

I walk through this shit with my bit on my hip

I walk with the drip and I'm up like a ship

Puffing on Runtz I'm high as a bitch

Puffing on gas I'm high I'm lit

Always go crazy that's young nigga shit

Always go crazy that's young nigga shit

Army truck swerving I'm whipping the bitch

Whipping and swerving I'm drifting the bitch

I'm going up bitch I'm talking my shit

I'm in the whip and I'm counting my shit

And my shit and I know that I'm lit

We in the VIP and we chill

Nothing you doing is real

Don't really care what you want

Don't really care what you feel

The coup got hydraulics

Beat got her moving her body

Know you ain't solid

We able to fuck up your wallet

I fuck up my money I slaughter my chicken

Stop all that talking you know I won't listen

My pockets too small my money ain't fitting

Put money on money that's simple addition

Add up the money I'm good at the math

Walk in this bitch with the rarity tote

This a rarity bag

Call on my phone finna go on a trip

Tryna be healthy the water I sip

Sipping and swerving when I gotta dip

Doob on my lip okay

Sai going be lit for the rest of the day

Sai going be lit for the rest of the month

Sai going be lit for the rest of the year

Don't run to the money I tell it come here

They wanna talk I don't want to hear

I been on my shit and I want to be clear

Talk like I'm

Walk like I'm

We in the VIP and we chill

Nothing you doing is real

Don't really care what you want

Don't really care what you feel

The coup got hydraulics

Beat got her moving her body

Know you ain't solid

We able to fuck up your wallet

I fuck up my money I slaughter my chicken

Stop all that talking you know I won't listen

My pockets too small my money ain't fitting

Put money on money that's simple addition

Add up the money I'm good at the math

Walk in this bitch with the rarity tote

This a rarity bag