Bag Season

Tell you this one more time, man, he 'posed to blowin' that bitch up

Man, huh

That bitch burnt

Why the fuck you ate it cold? Dumbass

You know what it is

Da Real Gee Money, you know what the business is

What's happenin', G? Dumb

Look, all a **** blow is gas, I be smokin' like a train

Beaucoup money in my pockets, you know I can make it rain

I'm stackin' nothin' but the blues, run it up till it can't fold

All a **** chase is bags, ain't too focused on no hoes

Why you hatin'? Bitch, you need to get your money up

Why you hatin'? Bitch, you need to get your money up

Why you hatin'? Bitch, you need to get your money up

Why you hatin'? Bitch, you need to get your money up

Blowin' gas, drivin' fast, fuck the laws, they on my ass

All that flexin' for the 'Gram make me jack you out your bags

Fuck a bitch, I'm tryna get rich

Talkin' reckless like you raw, watch I dive in your shit

Run it up by any means, I gotta get green

On the scene with my team, full of purp, on that lean

Clip, clip on the Glock, finna cop me a beam

Pussy, pussy super clean, and I love when she scream

TBG, Gorilla Gang, come jump on this train

Chasin' paper, fuck a hater, you can keep the fame

You ain't gotta stack up blues, ho, stay in your lane

Tabs got me feelin' smooth, I'm fly as a plane

Vibin' in my zone, fuck her, make her moan

Shout out to the Bangman, we just got off the phone

Jay Lewis hit me up with some shit to put me on

Fuck with that, I'm bustin', no discussion, right or wrong

Look, all a **** blow is gas, I be smokin' like a train

Beaucoup money in my pockets, you know I can make it rain

I'm stackin' nothin' but the blues, run it up till it can't fold

All a **** chase is bags, ain't too focused on no hoes

Why you hatin'? Bitch, you need to get your money up

Why you hatin'? Bitch, you need to get your money up

Why you hatin'? Bitch, you need to get your money up

Why you hatin'? Bitch, you need to get your money up

I done worked hard for this, I went and got a bag (Got a bag)

And now these **** hate me 'cause I got a lot of cash (I got a lot of cash)

Stack it up to the ceiling, really ballin', it's so up with me (It's so up with me)

Who the fuck put that in your head that you could fuck with me? (Fuck with me)

Me and Gee Money, we some bosses, straight winnin', no takin' losses (Losses)

Me and Fresh in the mall, we ballin', fuck what the cost is (Fuck what the cost is)

She just want me 'cause I got a bag (I got a bag)

If I give her a lil' hundred, she might let me smash, smack her on her ass

Swerve in the coupe, I'm with Big Goose, swear he'll punish you (Yeah, yeah)

You ain't my equal, we ain't people, I ain't one of you (I ain't one of you)

I know this a whole 'nother song, but, dude, you still wrong (Yeah, yeah)

Fuckin' 'round with them kids, just leave them lil' children alone

Put that money before the fame, smokin', and switchin' lanes

I'll beat you and your bitch up, that dumb shit be on my brain

Yeah, a **** tryna change, but I can't, though

Watch how you close my door, don't be fuckin' up my paint, ho, it's dumb

Look, all a **** blow is gas, I be smokin' like a train

Beaucoup money in my pockets, you know I can make it rain

I'm stackin' nothin' but the blues, run it up till it can't fold

All a **** chase is bags, ain't too focused on no hoes

Why you hatin'? Bitch, you need to get your money up

Why you hatin'? Bitch, you need to get your money up

Why you hatin'? Bitch, you need to get your money up

Why you hatin'? Bitch, you need to get your money up