In My Bag Lyrics

Big bussdowns on my neck

Nate up on the keys

Ca$h all about a fee

You dig

Mr get the bag

Pop the stash open, fuck it, pass me the glock

Time is money, so I went and bought this rolley clock

Flawless diamonds in my teeth, I flooded out my watch

I went and copped that new foreign, drove it off the lot

Separation is elevation, these suckaz hatin'

My mind racin', I get impatient, that's motivation

All this fake love around me got me contemplatin'

So if it ain't about no money, ain't no conversation

Top floor, bad whore, sweatsuit velour

I always count my money twice, pick them hunnids off the floor

Big loafs in my pocket, got bitches galore

Sent the bitch on a route, told her she goin' on a tour

I know the feds on the trace, tryna build another case

So I gotta keep that Jewish lawyer, money in the safe

Big face, Ben Frank, known to sip a lot of drank

Don't make me have to pull my rank

I be laughin' to the bank

Lately I been in my bag, we do what you won't do

Suckaz do what they can, real ones do what they want to

Lately I been in my bag, we do what you won't do

Suckaz do what they can, real ones do what they want to