Bags Heavy

Man these bags heavy, look like pillows on the back of this damn chevy

My niggas never sleep, no, we stay ready

Pistol on my side, fully automatic

Stashes in the attic

Man these bags heavy, look like pillows on the back of this damn chevy

My niggas never sleep, no, we stay ready

Pistol on my side, fully automatic

Stashes in the attic

Man, these bags heavy

That's why I gotta workout, I got weight to carry

That's why I have strong arms, you know my hood scary

I was mainly with the Euros, so we got married

And I shred the strings myself on the good ol' Tele

Getting money like the Eiffel, I don't need no tour

In the cut by myself, and the bag is secure

C'est l'Avenue Montaigne, monsieur, bonjour

I got millions in espéce, selling mash, it's pure

This that part of town where you ain't never been

Bombay to numb the pain, can't keep up with this lean

I rock the new Bottega you just see it on screen

Any day, every hour like a movie scene

Gelato on the back of the X-Seven

Serving many corners like a seven, eleven

My momma was on benefits now we sitting in a mansion

You complaining about the rent I'm just plotting my expansion

Mane these bags heavy, look like pillows on the back of this damn chevy

My niggas never sleep, no, we stay ready

Pistol on my side, fully automatic

Stashes in the attic

Man these bags heavy

And that chopper in my arms gotta stay steady

Death never fails, guess I'm prophetic

And my face got that charm, call it genetic

I feel sorry for these lames, they be so pathetic

Verses sound so blank, beat is generic

And my bitch photogenic, body is poetic

My feeling is insane, call it synthetic

Big numbers in the bank, call it mathematics

And when your wife missing, she be so fanatic

You should see her in the club, call it acrobatic

When I bust her in the face, shit's so graphic

I'm on this fast lane, you so stuck in traffic