Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Megan Thee Stallion
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Brandon Frank
Songwriter
Deongelo Holmes
Songwriter
Eric Roderick Jackson
Songwriter
Megan Pete
Songwriter
Michael Crooms
Songwriter
Norman Payne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Chose
Producer
P. Crisco
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
DJ Chose
P Crisco
Yeah, yeah, I put that 1501 chain around my neck and now it's lit (Aye, whoa, ah)
[Chorus]
Aye, all the hot girls, make it pop, pop, pop (Pop, pop)
Bad bitches wit' the bag say, "I-ya-ya" (I-ya-ya)
If he ain't talkin' 'bout no money, tell him, "Bye, bye, bye" (Boy, bye)
And if you see a mad ho, tell her, "Ha-ha-ha" (Ha)
Don't get mad, ho, get a bag, ho (Don't get mad, get a bag)
Don't get mad, ho, get a bag, ho (Don't get mad, get a bag)
Yeah, don't get mad, ho, huh, fuck a broke ho (Yeah, ooh)
Don't get mad, ho, get a bag, ho (Don't get mad, ah)
[Verse 1]
Spicy, pricey, neck and wrist icy (Whoo, yeah)
Bitch, it's moneymaking Megan, ho, get like me (Mwah, mwah)
I rode it, a soldier, a hot girl, he want it, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up in that Masera', gettin' top on lock (Skrrt)
They still tryna find a thing that I can't do
I told her, "If you go against me, you a damn fool" (Bitch, you dumb)
But keep talkin' 'bout me, bitch, that's all you can do (Oh, okay)
But keep my cat up out ya mouth 'cause that's your man food (Ah, ah, ah)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (She like, "What?")
I know you crunk, but lil' bih, please watch my shoes (Goddamn)
I'm not the DJ, but I'll make your body move (Goddamn)
Watch your mouth before I leave here wit' your boo (Aye, watch your, ah)
[Chorus]
Aye, all the hot girls, make it pop, pop, pop (Pop, pop)
Bad bitches wit' the bag say, "I-ya-ya" (I-ya-ya)
If he ain't talkin' 'bout no money, tell him, "Bye, bye, bye" (Boy, bye)
And if you see a mad ho, tell her, "Ha-ha-ha" (Ha)
Don't get mad, ho, get a bag, ho (Don't get mad, get a bag)
Don't get mad, ho, get a bag, ho (Don't get mad, get a bag)
Yeah, don't get mad, ho, huh, fuck a broke ho (Yeah, ooh, ooh)
Don't get mad, ho, get a bag, ho (Don't get mad, ah)
[Verse 2]
Lil' Thundercat, throw it back, he can't handle that (Yeah, ha)
I'on want to talk 'less a **** finna throw a stack (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
Bad attitude, but I'm cute, so he call me "bae" (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma need the head, give me neck like a vertebrae (Ah, ah)
Check my body, oochie wally, where your wallet? (Yeah, ooh, ooh)
If I take your ****, it's nothing you can do about it (Not at all)
I'm the fucking hottie, I'm not your momma or your partner (Lil' bitch)
So don't play with me, bitch, I'm from Texas, we get rowdy (Hey, yeah, yeah)
I got my hands up on my knees, I'm 'bout to work him out his jeans (Ah, ah)
He get behind me, I'ma QB, throw it back, he wide receive (Hike)
Your **** wish he had me, boy, your BM ashy (Hike, ooh)
And I'm cocoa-buttered down, pretty brown bad B (Ooh, ooh, oh)
[Chorus]
Aye, all the hot girls, make it pop, pop, pop (Pop, pop)
Bad bitches wit' the bag say, "I-ya-ya" (I-ya-ya)
If he ain't talkin' 'bout no money, tell him, "Bye, bye, bye" (Boy, bye)
And if you see a mad ho, tell her, "Ha-ha-ha" (Ah)
Aye, don't get mad, ho, get a bag, ho (Don't get mad, get a bag)
Don't get mad, ho, get a bag, ho (Don't get mad, get a bag)
Yeah, don't get mad, ho, huh, fuck a broke ho (Yeah, ooh, ooh)
Don't get mad, ho, get a bag, ho (Don't get mad, ah)
[Verse 3]
I can make your man do what I want him to do (Oh, yeah)
'Cause when he seen me, he ain't want to fuck with you (Not at all)
I point down at this candy, told him what he finna chew (Ah)
And tease you with the ****, nanny-nanny, boo-boo (Ah, ah, ah)
Aye, I want some money, yeah, I want some money (Yeah)
And he gon' bring it to Megan, do what I say like his mommy
I wrap that dick like a mummy, he do not run when I'm cumming
He open up and he catch it, he suck these titties, these leches
I throw that booty, he fetch it, this pussy really a present
I got that Michael, that Thriller, these bitches hiding they ****
I got that now and that later, he gon' eat through the paper
He tryna eat through these panties, he bob his head like he jammin' (Aye, whoa, ah)
[Chorus]
Aye, all the hot girls, make it pop, pop, pop (Pop, pop)
Bad bitches wit' the bag say, "I-ya-ya" (I-ya-ya)
If he ain't talkin' 'bout no money, tell him, "Bye, bye, bye" (Boy, bye)
And if you see a mad ho, tell her, "Ha-ha-ha" (Ha, ha)
Don't get mad, ho, get a bag, ho (Don't get mad, get a bag)
Don't get mad, ho, get a bag, ho (Don't get mad, get a bag)
Yeah, don't get mad, ho, huh, fuck a broke ho (Hey, yeah, ooh-ooh)
Don't get mad, ho, get a bag, ho (Don't get mad, ah)
Written by: Megan J Pete, Norman Payne, Eric Roderick Jackson, Deongelo Marquel Holmes, Christopher Brandon Frank, Michael Antoine Crooms