Brown Bag

Baking soda on the counter

J's at the door

I got bales in the attic

Money in the floor

Brown bag back and forth

Like a grocery store

Plastic bags in and out

And that shit filled with dope

Baking soda on the counter

J's at the door

I got bales in the attic

Money in the floor

Brown bag back and forth

Like a grocery store

Plastic bags back and forth

And that shit filled with dope

Yeah, ain't no credit when you shop with me

You want some credit, leave your car with me

I tell my bitch she gon' go far with me

But she may have to take a charge for me

Baking soda in the 'frigerator

I got money, that shit come with haters

So what you want, what you need?

I got pounds, I got keys

I got Goyard, that's a bag

Go hard for the bag

I got no heart, I'm heartless

For the bag, I'm retarded

Birkin bag with the crocodile

Yeah, my bitch been around

I gave my bitch a real bag

I got faith she gon' hold it down

Baking soda on the counter

J's at the door

I got bales in the attic

Money in the floor

Brown bag back and forth

Like a grocery store

Plastic bags in and out

And that shit filled with dope

Baking soda on the counter

J's at the door

I got bales in the attic

Money in the floor

Brown bag back and forth

Like a grocery store

Plastic bags back and forth

And that shit filled with dope

Yeah, why the trap smell like onions?

What's that loud odor?

I been sacking brown bags like I work at Kroger

Not concerned with no payment, ****

What's the total?

I jumped out my Bentley coupe into a Toyota

Seatbelt, rental car, I'm trafficking

It's blood on my diamonds, bitch, I'm African

Quit putting your bag on that 'gram, boy

This real life

You'll have them feds and them robbers at you

In real life

I put my money in the ground and it molded (Goddamn)

Put my trust in a **** and he folded (Goddamn)

Can't believe that **** took the stand and told it (Goddamn)

Fuck your bitch in the trap, the dick, she rode it

Baking soda on the counter

J's at the door

I got bales in the attic

Money in the floor

Brown bag back and forth

Like a grocery store

Plastic bags in and out

And that shit filled with dope

Baking soda on the counter

J's at the door

I got bales in the attic

Money in the floor

Brown bag back and forth

Like a grocery store

Plastic bags back and forth

And that shit filled with dope

Yeah