Listen to Get the Bag (feat. A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg, A$AP Ant, A$AP Nast, A$AP TyY, Playboi Carti & Smooky MarGielaa) by A$AP Mob

Get the Bag (feat. A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg, A$AP Ant, A$AP Nast, A$AP TyY, Playboi Carti & Smooky MarGielaa)

A$AP Mob

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Vocals
A$AP Ferg
A$AP Ferg
Vocals
A$AP NAST
A$AP NAST
Vocals
A$AP TyY
A$AP TyY
Vocals
Playboi Carti
Playboi Carti
Vocals
Smooky MarGielaa
Smooky MarGielaa
Vocals
A$ap Ant
A$ap Ant
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Darold Brown
Darold Brown
Songwriter
Tairiq Devega
Tairiq Devega
Songwriter
Jordan Carter
Jordan Carter
Songwriter
Adam Kirkman
Adam Kirkman
Songwriter
Tyrone S Walker
Tyrone S Walker
Songwriter
Toumani Diabate
Toumani Diabate
Songwriter
Johansis Garcia
Johansis Garcia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ZoneOut Worldwide
ZoneOut Worldwide
Producer
Hector Delgado
Hector Delgado
Recording Engineer
Frans Mernick
Frans Mernick
Recording Engineer
Dan Fyfe
Dan Fyfe
Assistant Engineer
Federico "c sik" Lopez
Federico "c sik" Lopez
Additional Producer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Gucci, that Prada, that Fendi
Ice Cube all about the benji's
Spend ten bands in Fendi
A$AP, my **** with me
**** be talking that bullshit
Your main bitch said I look gorgeous
What I spent on my chain, that's your mortgage
Brand new Porsche came with some horses
Sipping that purple like Prince
.40 my tool, that's my wrench
Balling like J-Kidd, assist
Shooting that three like a swish
[Verse 2]
Aye, moving in silence, I need me some guidance
I'm wylin' this money and violence
Come out the projects, I want it, I got it
MarGielaa just running through college
Fresh at the porch, checked out my shorts
Best from the west to the north
Catching some wreck with my thots, aye
Getting the check for my thoughts, aye
Drip in the jelly, I trap off a celly
I look like I'm rich in the '80s
Drew with the grippy, I cruise through the biddy
I'm bugging out crazy, no brazy
[Verse 3]
Ski mask on me so them **** can't trace me
Car is so fast when I skrrt, they can't chase me
MarGielaa Marino, now she wanna date me
She see the money, now she tryna play me
Hop out the Rarri, go vroom
I never lack, I stay with goons
And you know Gucci my shoes
Breaking the rules, stay on the news
And you know my shot go swish
Shoot from a three point, boy, I won't miss
Aye, Smooky just caught a new lick
Diamonds on drip, don't front, you get hit
[Verse 4]
Funny vibes, I can sense something different in the air
It's like a weight being lifted
Take some hatred, oh, I get it
Really tripping 'cause you broke and you in your feelings
Let her go, she in her feelings
**** can't tell you shit, man, don't know the difference
When you in your 20s making parents livid
'Cause you making millions
[Verse 5]
Make 'em wanna live it, then you make a living
Over what you spent and making poor decisions
Music for the children, hope they make it major, even independent
Free them out the pen and keep 'em out the prison
Writing freedom with the pen and pencil
MTV about a interstitial
Fuck with me because it's beneficial
Unexpected like an incidental
[Verse 6]
Chasing that bag
2017, 2018
They brag about hoes I have
Come in through stunting too
Looking like a **** dad
Foreign bitches pull up
Type of bitch a **** wish he had
Looking in the mirror, vision getting clearer
[Verse 7]
I see why you mad
Chickens coming in, they gotta go
She ain't fucking, then she gotta go
Wanna see me drown, I gotta float
Best believe I get it by the boat
Thirsty bitch, she wanna sit up in it
Had your bitch and she be licking in it
Car so big she wanna get up in it
Tell that bitch to chill but she still catching feelings
[Verse 8]
.45 that chopper, it ready to spit on you ****
All of my bitches, they fucking, they acting sadistic
Yeah, uh, stacking the guap, feel like Diddy, whoa
All of my bitches get milli, whoa
Popping that molly prescription, whoa
All of my ****, they dishing, whoa
I just go hard in the kitchen, whoa
Bitches, they fucking, they licking, huh
Carti, I'm getting that, uh
Told her go mind her own business
[Verse 9]
'Fore I die, I'ma make a billi
Stack a couple milli, Rarri in the billi
House up on the hilli, diamonds getting chilly
Bunch of indie **** with me repping Philly
Oh, Lord, it's the Hoop Pope
Shouldn't walk 'cause I could float
Model bitch, get a good throat
Said she in love with the hood folks, goddamn
[Verse 10]
Aye, nasty baby, 2017
Big ol' diamonds in my pinky ring
Prada on me, bitch, I do my thing
Ya, aye, I ain't gotta talk to you **** lame
Aye, disappear on 'em like David Blaine
Combat boots on me like Major Payne
These **** is funny like Damon Wayans
Boy, you so broke, man, that shit a shame
[Verse 11]
'Member times I was broke, now I'm getting that bag
'Member times I was broke, now I'm getting that bag
'Member times I was broke, now I'm getting that bag
See, I remember times I was broke, now the **** chasing that bag
Written by: Adam Kirkman, Darold Brown, Jamel Dashawn Phillips, Johansis Garcia, Jordan Carter, Rakim Mayers, Tairiq Devega, Toumani Diabaté, Tyrone S Walker
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