[Intro: DB.Boutabag]
Ayy, for this bag, is you gon' pay the price?
Huh, really havin' n***as on your block that night
I'm 'bout a bag, ain't gotta ask me (Ayy)

[Verse 1: DB.Boutabag]
For this bag, is you gon' pay the price?
Off the love, bet I have a n***a on your block that night
Off-White cost me somethin' light
For the bands, gamble with my life, I'll roll the dice
A broke bitch can't be my type
Smoke klock, need a two-five, won't sniff no white
He's a mouse, this n***a been that all his life
I seen this n***a in the courtroom with some steak and rice
I need a bitch with that bag like she spent the night
What I spent last month, you made all your life
What I spent on that bag, I didn't check the price
Bitch, stop doin' dick for free and rеspect your life
If I say I got a bitch, then rеspect my wife
I stopped fuckin' with them fuck-arounds, I had to change my life
Jody died and it changed my life
I had to keep GiGi on me, grip that bitch tight
Keep skeezy on me just in case I gotta take flight
Got a couple greazy n***as catch you in the same night
And if the bitch got some ass, she can book her flight
Thirty thousand cash on me now, bet I don't fight
It's this bitch that I got that I don't like
It's this whip that I bought that I don't like
If it's a check, bitch, bet, I'ma book a flight
Got a dub and got some neck in the same night
It's this bitch that I got that I don't like
It's this whip that I bought that I don't like
If it's a check, bitch, bet, I'ma book a flight
Got a dub and got some neck in the same night
[Chorus: DB.Boutabag]
N***a, you ain't talking cash, get the fuck around
Bitch, I'm 'bout a bag, I had to buckle down
All them bitches wouldn't fuck me then, they wanna fuck me now
That's an awful lotta cash on me, n***a, how that sound?
She ain't got no bag, tell her fuck out my face
It ain't shit for you to get replaced
I been chasin' cake, really out the way
Huh, bitch, I'm 'bout a bag, you see it in my name

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Huh, plain presi' on me with the white face (With the white face)
I ain't a P, but the bitches do what I say (Do what I say)
I hit the Bay and go crazy like Kanye (Huh?)
My lil' tuck sit bamboo or Bombay (Huh? Huh?)
Why they hatin' on me? N***as hella weird (Why?)
I'm a real street n***a, I be everywhere (Where)
When it come to Mike Amiri, I got every pair (Pair)
Young rich n***a, blew a fifty, I ain't even care
All my n***as step (Step), step (Step)
Slid four days straight, man, them n***as got swept (Swept)
All my bitches thick as fuck, huh (Fuck), pussy wet, huh (Pussy wet)
N***as said they gon' kill me, okay, bet
N***as keep sneak dissin', but I'm hip, though (Hip, though)
Baby, I'm a young king, Sacramento (Huh?)
Really 'bout my bag like I'm DB (Like I'm DB)
Get my pape', then leave, I don't sit long (Huh?)
[Chorus: DB.Boutabag]
N***a, you ain't talking cash, get the fuck around
Bitch, I'm 'bout a bag, I had to buckle down
All them bitches wouldn't fuck me then, they wanna fuck me now
That's an awful lotta cash on me, n***a, how that sound?
She ain't got no bag, tell her fuck out my face
It ain't shit for you to get replaced
I been chasin' cake, really out the way
Huh, bitch, I'm 'bout a bag, you see it in my name