Lyrics
(Goose with another slappy)
Got this money on my mind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
That's why I stay up on the grind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
You can have the fame and shine 'cause we gettin' to a bag
I'm on my way to the bank just to chase that bag
Double-shot of whiskey, I ain't never needed chase
All my hoes got motion, nice car, great taste
Double-cheeked up, bomb hair, great face
I call her Mona Lisa 'cause the way I paint her face
Pull up to your place, get dressed, let's shake
Finesse, bust 'Dates, make room, stack cake
I had to pull strings, call shots, stay laced
All my niggas eatin' big plates, say grace
Had to keep tabs, two clips stay strapped
Racist for the bag until I see you check a flag
Game sharks, spit darts, break hearts, fuck marks
Kick her out the whip and told the bitch, "Catch spark"
In the trap with a ratch' makin' money, countin' stacks
I'm stuck up in the streets like some fuckin' train tracks
I'm a mack, it's a fact, always been on my dolo
Goose, Wayne, and V, dollar sign on the logo
Got this money on my mind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
That's why I stay up on the grind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
You can have the fame and shine 'cause we gettin' to a bag
I'm on my way to the bank just to chase that bag
Gettin' to that B-A-G, about my P-A-Y
Duckin' C-H-P when I'm DUI
The game chilly might need a thermal
I'm heatin' up hot like Inferno
Pluckin' chicken like Kentucky kernels
If you know me than you owe me, just hand it off
Breakin' tackles in the trenches like Marshall Faulk
It cost to be a boss, was never born with sauce
I remember hard times poppin' tags at Ross
That was then, time is now, can't lose a second
Players only live once, keep a horse on denim
Countin' all my blessings
Game in me just like a reverend, let me preach
You can find me right by the beach, in time Bahaman
Save the bullshit for your mama, miss me with the drama