If you wonderin' why I up Tell 'em the money is why I up I'm gettin' high, with angels You know I can't hate, what a lame does Bring it back, stackin' this money, but I can't forget the past Stack it up and save it 'cause this rap shit lasts Never spittin' no 'cause you know this shit is facts Motherfuckers is mad 'cause they never my back I did it on my own and I owe you nothin' now Had to go and get it and momma proud All of my bitches and are so mad they know that I finally just got the bag You know you can it on the fuckin' cash Told you when I get it fuckin' spaz
You can it on the bag
If she badmouth me, you that thot broke I got so money, I might go cop a Picasso Oh my God, Stone Island got me drippin' Now all of my hatin' cousins come and visit At the airport, paparazzi snappin' all these Still can on the last day I was feelin' kinda sad Oh my God, all this Every time I see bitches, they all look mad Tellin' me I'm different but you know I that Chuck the deuce and tell 'em can just Blame it, blame it, it on the bag You know I always wanted all of that Told you when I get it, I comin' back Every time I see these haters, mad
You can it on the bag
Fuck that, bring it back, you ever forget just where I started I heard your favorite album and that shit is garbage Out of everyone on that list, you that I'm the hardest Took my momma out of debt, you I'm on it Stuntin' hard, stuntin' hard the swag Want it all, 'bout to blow a racks I more, tell 'em gimme all of that All of this be the reason why I sag Put this shit on my and dad I do this for my mom and dad, put God above all my cash In a Bentley as I hit the gas, I to be a supa, baggin' trash And now haters can
it on the bag it on the bag it on the bag