Lingo

I gotta get me bag

Steady type of cash

And my bro on that same shit

No we don't fuck w no lame bitch

Can't even fuck on the same chick

I heard yo shit and it's wack

That shit is so sad

Put in work out that basement

I charge you double that payment

Lill boy I'm not one you can play with

I grew up in Brooklyn

Left right I keep lookin

If the opps come

Than we get to bookin

It's so sad

That my youngins stay shook

Get a bag

We don't play the book

Made a slap

Now they all want a hook

If you ask yeah

I Do the dash Yeah

Got money bags yeah

For the ones they took

I I know I'm good

Straight face and I look

They said the budget is in my outlook yeah

Hotmail

We gone post bail

When that ship sail

oh yeah

I pop tags

That's my swag

Don't get mad

Go there

they wanna how we came up

Out that basement

We were damn stuck

I was down bad on my ass

had no job

I was fucked up

Yeah

Now I get to sit back and laugh

While you haters are mad

And you counting your paystubs

I do this all on my own

Right off the wake up

I go Get ya cake up

I gotta get me bag

Steady type of cash

And my bro on that same shit

No we don't fuck w no lame bitch

Can't even fuck on the same chick

I heard yo shit and it's wack

That shit is so sad

Put in work out that basement

I charge you double that payment

Lill boy I'm not one you can play with

Watch out

Everyone come

For the ride out

Yeah

Watch how

How came out of

that dog pound yeah

Said

Watch out

Everyone come

For the ride out

Yeah

Watch how

How came out of

that dog pound

I gotta get me bag

Steady type of cash

And my bro on that same shit

No we don't fuck w no lame bitch

Can't even fuck on the same chick

I heard yo shit and it's wack

That shit is so sad

Put in work out that basement

I charge you double that payment

Lill boy I'm not one you can play with