[Intro: Young Dolph]
Go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag
'Bout to go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag
Haha

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
I got the streets (Trap, trap)
I got the juice (I got the juice)
I got the weed (Ayy), I got the drank (Act'), I got the coupe (Which one of them motherfuckers?)
I got the racks (Yeah), I got the trap (Yeah), I got the hoes (Yeah)
I got the strap (Yeah), I got the hitters (Yeah)
Stay out my way (Watch out), Paper Route Business, hey
I got the money (First, you get the money)
I got the power (Then you get the power)
We got the streets (Hey, hey)
Because they ours (Uh-huh)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
'Bout to go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag, hey

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
What is that question you asked? (Pardon me?)
What is in my bookbag? (Ayy)
That's just a whole lot of cash (Swag)
Oh, that's just a whole lot of swag (Swag)
I just got back from England (It's Dolph)
I just made a mil in three months (It's Dolph)
I just smoked an ounce in three blunts (It's Dolph)
I pour lean in my Grey Poupon (Pour up)
I never had shit, so I stunt (Stunt), flex (Flex)
Half a million dollars worth of jewelry on while I'm havin' sex (Hey)
Real street n***a playin' with paper
So I do it for the streets, fuck a hater (Yeah)
Yeah, I threw the money on a stripper ho
But later on that night, I fucked a waiter
'Bout to go spend me a bag (Bag)
I'm 'bout to go spend me a bag (Bag)
I'm 'bout to go fuck on your bitch
Take her overseas with me, she in first class (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to go spend me a bag (A bag)
I'm 'bout to go spend me a bag (A bag)
Boy, that's a whole lot of swag
Gucci Timberlands with the matching rag (Hey)
[Chorus: Young Dolph & Lil Yachty]
I got the streets (Trap, trap)
I got the juice (I got the juice)
I got the weed (Ayy), I got the drank (Act'), I got the coupe (Which one of them motherfuckers?)
I got the racks (Yeah), I got the trap (Yeah), I got the hoes (Yeah)
I got the strap (Yeah), I got the hitters (Yeah)
Stay out my way (Watch out), Paper Route Business, hey
I got the money (First, you get the money)
I got the power (Then you get the power)
We got the streets (Hey, hey)
Because they ours (Uh-huh)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
'Bout to go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag, hey (Lil Boat, Lil Boat)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I got the the youth, I got the Benz
Was gon' cop Bentley, but then I got Maybach
That boy ain't no soldier, he act like Pat Sajak
A n***a so fresh that I smell just like Ajax
Ooh (Lil Boat), I got the bag
I got the swag in the box, still with tags
Show off my riches 'cause I came from rags
Jacksonville shawty, my bitch drive a Jag (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
N***a run up, on my soul, he'll get dragged
I spend a whole lotta (Yeah)
Louis scarf wrapped like I came from Al-Qaeda (Yeah)
Fuck the rap game, I do not need no writers (Nah)
I know the shooters and hang with the fighters
Fuck your lil' dab, I pipe up more than Rowdy Piper
Viper Viper, my bro keep a sniper
Pop, pop at your top
Fuck around and run it up like I'm Guap (Lil Boat)
Ayy, never gon' stop (Nope)
Lil' bro take your whip straight to the chop shop (Over there)
Over there on the east block (Dat way)
He live the thug life just like Pac (Dat way)
I live the good life, I'm the don
Young enough to be your mama's son (Lil Boat)
But somehow, your mama's son
Still a n***a's son, and fuck her older son
Shout out Zaya, got my neck and wrist on pond (Lil Boat)
[Chorus: Young Dolph & Lil Yachty]
I got the streets (Lil Boat, trap, trap)
I got the juice (I got the juice)
I got the weed (Ayy), I got the drank (Act'), I got the coupe (Which one of them motherfuckers?)
I got the racks (Yeah), I got the trap (Yeah), I got the hoes (Yeah)
I got the strap (Yeah), I got the hitters (Yeah)
Stay out my way (Watch out), Paper Route Business, hey
I got the money (First, you get the money)
I got the power (Then you get the power)
We got the streets (Hey, hey)
Because they ours (Uh-huh)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
'Bout to go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag, hey

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
I pull up smokin' out the bag (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to go spend a bag (Yeah)
I count that money real fast (For real)
I wonder if that's her real ass (What you think?)
I'm on the E-way doin' the dash (Skrrt)
All this ice on me lookin' like glass (Woo)
These bitches, they love me like Shaft (Woo)
In the trap, I perfected my craft
Told you n***as ain't real as us (Ayy)
Told you n***as ain't seein' us (Ayy)
Lost a quarter mil reing up (Damn)
N***as too slow, ain't keeping up (Nah)
Sipping on Actavis (Act')
Drinkin' me a codeine daiquiri (Act')
Showed up late, but fashionably (Yeah)
Every week is Fashion Week, yeah
Need a bad bitch that set it off like Jada (Pinkett)
But I don't wanna fuck, I want you to hold my sack, I'll pay you, uh
In Pappadeaux eating alligator (Ayy)
My favorite app is the calculator
Yeah (Ayy, hold on right quick, let me add this shit up)
I think I might go spend me a bag today, my n***a (Haha)
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
I got the streets (Trap, trap)
I got the juice (I got the juice)
I got the weed (Ayy), I got the drank (Act'), I got the coupe (Which one of them motherfuckers?)
I got the racks (Yeah), I got the trap (Yeah), I got the hoes (Yeah)
I got the strap (Yeah), I got the hitters (Yeah)
Stay out my way (Watch out), Paper Route Business, hey
I got the money (First, you get the money)
I got the power (Then you get the power)
We got the streets (Hey, hey)
Because they ours (Uh-huh)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
'Bout to go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag, hey