Intro: (u short'e/ ra-ra)
Ayeeee it’s lit
What's popping ra?
Ay short'e
I don’t think they know man
Yeah
Well I'm n the driver seat
Hit the dash
It's to hustle
Pick and pop
Time to score
Aye

Hook: I'm Mr bagman, bagman
I do the dash
Headed straight to that cash
& aye
I'm Mr bagman, bagman
I Ain't stopping
Til I get that cash
& aye
I'm mr. bagman, bagman ayeee

Verse: I do it wit my eye's open
(yes sir)
Straight to it
When my eyes open (up early)
Thanking god fo hit tha streets
(Uh huh)
Praying it can b peace(please)
I just want the money(that’s it)
Don’t make me beast(its there)
Bag after bag
Flipping Every piece (every piece)
Hustler yea I'm off my leash &
I don’t rent
Mutha f*ck a lease(im bossed up)
Watching 12 when they on creep
(Creep creep)
N DA middle boi
We n deep (Midwest)
N Chicago u gotta stay on yo feet
(On sight)
U can lose life thinking shit sweet
(U know )
Get money like me
& n*gga tote yo heat(it get cold)
Westside where DA real meet
I been a solider
So, I'm gone eat(no doubt)
Solid n*gga & I love the streets
(I love it)
Chasing that bagman
That cashman (im everywhere)
& F*cK u Hater's
I'm badman (I’m mr. bagman) aye