[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Body bag, ten stacks, shooter get that cash (Yeah)
Oh, you want bags? Sell that ass, bitch, and they'll come fast
I'm a Eastside baby, but I'm overseas for fashion
Two-twenty my dash, fast ass whip and I ain't crashin'
USA my muscle, whip a Trackhawk not no Jag', bitch (Nope)
You must think I'm broke as fuck, like, where they do that at, bitch?
Oh, that's where you be at, bitch
See me, I'm on some cash it
I'm with all my n***as and we all gon' blow a bag, bitch

[Verse 1]
Walk up in Balenci', walk out, look just like the Batman
Bitch, I'm with the Bat Gang
They want smoke and we taxin'
SRT, SRT the whip come through like Flash, man
Thick ass, freak ass bitch, she come through and her ass so fat, man (Damn, shawty)
Yeah, n***as ain't on what we on, yeah
I might hit that ho one time then delete her out my phone, damn
I went and blew a couple thousand on four things of cologne, shit
I went from the basement to the whole world singin' my songs
Fuck this fine ho, call her Ms. Christina Milian
I'm in Milan, lil' bitch and I'm thinkin' 'bout countin' up a million
N***as keep callin' my phone, might switch my number, switch up on these folks
Bitches keep callin' my phone, might switch my number, switch up on these hoes
Shit done changed, I'm gettin' paid, her whole life savings for a show
The line is lame, a n***a can't say that I ain't pave the way for my folks
And I may have changed but what's the problem if I'm tryna get some more
I'm too insane, yeah, I got a problem, shit, I keep smokin' dope
[Chorus]
Body bag, ten stacks, shooter get that cash (Yeah)
Oh, you want bags? Sell that ass, bitch, and they'll come fast
I'm a Eastside baby, but I'm overseas for fashion
Two-twenty my dash, fast ass whip and I ain't crashin'
USA my muscle, whip a Trackhawk not no Jag', bitch (Nope)
You must think I'm broke as fuck, like, where they do that at, bitch?
Oh, that's where you be at, bitch
See me, I'm on some cash it
I'm with all my n***as and we all gon' blow a bag, bitch

[Verse 2]
Huh, yeah, we all gon' blow a bag, bitch
Hol' up, yeah, all my hoes some bad bitches
I'ma take them bands and give a stick to all my savages
I guess these n***as done gave up on gettin' rich, they in the past, n***a
Yeah, see me, I'ma keep on passin' n***as
And I just told my boy to go roll up a blunt, just make sure that you pass it to me, yeah
If I like that slut then I pay for her ass and titties, yeah
The Glock a 42, it's light, I could pass it to you, yeah
Thinkin' 'bout makin' this ice for my wife 'cause this shit too damn pretty, yeah
I'm with this IG ho, she freaked out but she so secluded
And we havin' hoes, plenty
And we smokin' dope, plenty
I'm on a plane right now, I'm finna touchdown in your city
I'm with a real deal slime and that boy too tall and he so sticky, yeah
I'm gettin' too much cash, spend a hunnid right now and I won't miss it
These n***as don't listen
I'm cookin' dope, no kitchen, yeah
I see the grave, I'm pissin', yeah
If we see a opp, we get him
[Chorus]
Body bag, ten stacks, shooter get that cash (Yeah)
Oh, you want bags? Sell that ass, bitch, and they'll come fast
I'm a Eastside baby, but I'm overseas for fashion
Two-twenty my dash, fast ass whip and I ain't crashin'
USA my muscle, whip a Trackhawk not no Jag', bitch (Nope)
You must think I'm broke as fuck, like, where they do that at, bitch?
Oh, that's where you be at, bitch
See me, I'm on some cash it
I'm with all my n***as and we all gon' blow a bag, bitch (Ho, yeah)