(Bag Baby x VanVleet) Lyrics

We seen it all it's cash ball wow

Four

I talk cash shit that's why you don't understand me

The plug love me he drop more babies then a plan be

I'm ot in houston balling like vanvleet

Trap don't close za bows cost a van cleef

Bae got bundles on hand like she sell weave

Racing through the streets to the bands this a grand prix

Plug keep dropping off these babies he a dead beat

Only took a week to slap out go check the spreadsheet

Niggas steady trolling on the net let's see the dead tweet

Pouring up red in my cup look like the dead sea

Ain't have to touch a gram to run it up this shit is hands free

Once in a while I might just cook it up I'm gordon ramsey

Wock hard make my cup expensive this a stanley

My bitch mad cause I fucked her friends she say Im friendly

Big bag can't fit inside my pants I need a fanny

Big scale ten thousand grams so fuck a grammy

I talk cash shit thats why you don't understand me

The plug love me he drop more babies then a plan be

I'm ot in houston balling like vanvleet

Trap don't close za bows cost a van cleef

I sip lean high tech call it technique

We gone eat don't say much let the check speak

Fuck off forty and get it back in the next week

I'm gone speed baselining with a red key

You need a tan key

Pulling up jeep this ain't no cherokee

Ask for a front this ain't no charity

Vvs in all of my kits you see the clarity

I'm gone be a shit talker until they bury me

When I hear that money counter beep that shit like therapy

Laughing at you broke ass niggas you niggas parodies

Quick to pick a nigga bitch up she say come carry me

I talk cash shit thats why you don't understand me

The plug love me he drop more babies then a plan be

I'm ot in houston balling like vanvleet

Trap don't close za bows cost a van cleef

We seen it all it's cash ball wow