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Young Pappy

"Bags"

(Its TFG)
(Ay free Prince)

(Hook)
Bags, cash, bags, cash (4x)
Errybody got cash
Errybody got bags
Errybody got cash
Errybody got bags
Trues’ off my ass
I ain’t even gon' brag
Trues’ off my ass
(Hold on)
Errybody got bags
Errybody got cash
Errybody got bags
Errybody got bags
Errybody gon' jag
Trues’ off my ass
I ain't even gon' brag
Shawty kno' I’m gon' spaz
.40 on me gon' blast (hold on)

Errybody got bags
Errybody got' cash
Errybody got bags
Errybody gon' jag
Trues’ off my ass
I ain’t even gon' brag
Shawty kno' I’m gon' spaz
.40 on me gon' blast (2x)

(Chorus)

I told you n*ggas [?] past
For the ones who said I won't last
For the teachers ahead of my class
Who told 'bout me needing a A just to pass now
Errybody got cash now
Errybody got bags now
Trues’ off my ass now
I ain’t even gon' brag nowwww
They don’t wanna diss no mo'
They ain't on sh*t no mo'
Because even my b*tch gon' blow
I ain’t even gotta say sh*t no mo'
This sh*t so cold
Yo b*tch on hold
She owe me cause my wrist on froze
And you n*ggas phony tryna diss me
You should switch yo flow
Cause I’m hotter than any n*gga you hotter than
Got more swag than them n*ggas that do fashion
Ain’t a damn thing funny, why you laughin’?
And my n*ggas dummies, we do donuts til' we crashin’
n*gga I got money
So much money you can have this
When I bought this gummy
I get dummy then I pass It
All my n*ggas tweakin
We get money then we jaggin’
But it ain't sh*t cause everybody got bags

(Hook)

(Chorus Verse 2)

They don’t wanna diss no mo'
They ain't on sh*t no mo'
Cause even my b*tch gon' blow
I ain’t gotta say sh*t no mo'
Ridin’ 'round with this .30
Cause my .50 clip won’t fit no mo'
Fell in love with this rap sh*t
But I told the guy I won’t quit no mo'
I got hoes on my di*k
Them hoes wanna eat my team
(Thotties)
Shoutout to my haters
They wish they could be my team
And the n*gga writin' this sh*t make sure you see my beam
Its get money f*ck a b*tch, cash rules
It's Cream Team

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

Rich ass n*gga with a bag full of cash
True’ religion jeans
They sag off my ass
Clique full of shortys’
They hold forties
They gon' blast
Moral of the story
If you try me you won't last

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