[Intro]
(I, census whatchu’ cookin’? Am the greatest)
(Kutsev on the beat)

[Chorus 1]
A n***a in his bag man, go and chase the bag man
I ain’t worried ‘bout no bitch (no bitch)
Yeah I got racks and, man I stack cash
But I ain’t worried ‘bout no bitch (no bitch)
I’m with my boys, just turning up shit
Don’t got time for no bitch (don’t got time for no bitch)
Go and chase the bag man, n***a in his bag, man
I ain’t worried ‘bout no bitch (I ain’t worried ‘bout no bitch)

[Verse 1]
I don’t need a bitch, tryna’ fuck up my grind
I’m always doin fine, aye
I’m out here, just living my life, man
Don’t gotta deal with shit, aye
You getting mad, cause I got your girl
All up on my dick (aye, aye)
But I don’t want your bitch, man, thats just sick
But I’ll still give the tip (give the tip)
Girl won’t quit, man, she wanna ride, man
All in my cockpit (cockpit)
Rather spend my time (aye) down with my jits (aye)
Trying out new outfits (Supreme, n***a)
Every single day, make no mistakes
You know we getting lit (know we getting lit)
But still make time to stop the grind man
Just so I could hit (just so I could hit aye)