[Chorus: Don Toliver & Greedy Macc]
Ooh, what's that (Oh yeah)
I got my scale, I got my weed, I got my strap (Oh-oh)
Pull up to the trap like, uh (Uh huh)
Better have my bag (Oh-oh)
I run it comin' out (Uh huh), I got the bag
I got that bag
Ooh, what's that (Oh yeah)
I got my scale, I got my weed, I got my strap (Oh-oh)
Pull up to the trap like, uh
Better have my bag (Backin' up)
I run it comin' out, I got the bag (East Side's greatest)
I got that bag

[Verse 1: Greedy Macc]
When I pull up, in a Benzo
If she ugly, then she friend zoned
Martha, Karen, Leslie, they all been gone
I'm in Vegas and my chips long
I get the bag and I been known
I like Rena 'cause she chocolate, I like Mika 'cause she head strong
Private flight and I stay gone
I'm in a Fila suit with a iPhone
Wheels go up, I'm with a bad bitch
Wheels down, another time zone
Hugh Blough or a Audemar
Rolls Royce or I spite a car
Asian chick or a Persian broad
I smell like money 'cause I'ma superstar
Forgiatto's on a foreign car
Floor seats, watch LeBron ball
Yellow Gold in that white joint
Rob a blonde for that money, boy
[Chorus: Don Toliver & Silk the Prince]
Ooh, what's that (Oh yeah)
I got my scale, I got my weed, I got my strap (Oh-oh)
Pull up to the trap like, uh (Uh huh)
Better have my bag (Oh-oh)
I run it comin' out (Uh huh), I got the bag
I got that bag
Ooh, what's that (Oh yeah)
I got my scale, I got my weed, I got my strap (Oh-oh)
Pull up to the trap like, uh
Better have my bag, yeah
I run it comin' out, I got the bag
I got that bag (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Silk The Prince]
It's Silk, yeah, lately I've been in my depot
I'm in my bag, I get to the bag like a track meet
Runnin' real fast, your little shawty all up on me
Because of this cash she want a n***a to cop her ass
But I'm married to the bag, woah
Focus on paper that's all that I see
Bag on me baby, no groceries
Money, it can't buy you anything
But damn it I want to buy everything
I want a watch, I want a whip
I want to give her my money crib
Only one way I'ma get all of that
I gotta go get the motherfuckin' bag
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Ooh, what's that (Oh yeah)
I got my scale, I got my weed, I got my strap (Oh-oh)
Pull up to the trap like, uh (Uh huh)
Better have my bag (Oh-oh)
I run it comin' out (Uh huh), I got the bag
I got that bag
Ooh, what's that (Oh yeah)
I got my scale, I got my weed, I got my strap (Oh-oh)
Pull up to the trap like, uh
Better have my bag
I run it comin' out, I got the bag
I got that bag