Bag

Yeah

I got the hefty, hefty

I got the hefty, the hefty

Yeah, lights out

I was in the crib with the lights out

Niggas talking shit, put his lights out

Say you making bread, put the lights out

Mama's up, he's make it back home 'fore the lights out

Cops are hunting, not for nothing

Put it bluntly, I've been blunting

No sipping, no fronting, just stunting

Like jumping from something, a'ight, so boom

Check it

I got the bag in my pocket

What you gon' do?

I got the bag in my pocket

Know you want it too

I got the bag in my pocket

What you gon' do?

I got the bag in my pocket

Know you want it too

See, niggas don't respect the hustle

Niggas just neglect the hustle

Like you gotta come correct or get a vest

First you gotta get some bread

Then you gotta reinvest in hustles

Facts, gotta get a pass and a little cash in the bag

When you feeling bad, look into your past

See you pass like a quarterback

See these niggas crash when they ass

Kick 'em out of class like you got a pass

Real nigga though, got real nigga dough

Deals with the low like a deal with the post

Strippers on the pole that appeals to the pope

'Cause they bought it for your soul and they got it for the low

Like pass 'em, pass 'em, hash and spasms

Ass and cash and dazzling bags

And blast 'em, blast 'em, grab 'em

Bag 'em as they laughing

I got the bag in my pocket

What you gon' do?

I got the bag in my pocket

Know you want it too

I got the bag in my pocket

What you gon' do?

I got the bag in my pocket

Know you want it too

They be like, "Chris, what's the bag though?"

You sing that shit with no cash flow

I whip my wrist and then got a whip (err)

You took a risk and your bag low

I told that bitch get her ass low

I just expect a lot, I never ask though

I'm blazing leaf to the astro

Never been average, that's word to the ave though

I be like, "Nigga, what's that though?"

I just can't tolerate lactose

My niggas walk that close to a plateau

I just keep climbing, like climbing

No comment, no comment, just bombing like comets

Then I stay clean just like Comet

My conscious king, you just pawn it

I am the greatest, I say what I mean and I mean what I say, bitch

Even when placements run backroom apartments

You full of shit, no colonic

Your money long for a hobbit

My thoughts are long, Pocahontas

You can't say you made it

If all you been making is strides and oppresses options

Niggas is corns, that's why they popping

Your bitch a bird, that's why she flocking

I'm in my Goyard, my Birkin, my Louis

My future is mine

I got the bag in my pocket

What you gon' do?

I got the bag in my pocket

Know you want it too

I got the bag in my pocket

What you gon' do?

I got the bag in my pocket

Know you want it too