If you why I changed up Tell 'em the money is why I up I'm high, smokin' with angels You know I can't hate, that's a lame does Bring it back, this money, but I still can't forget the past Stack it up and save it 'cause this rap shit never Never spittin' no lies you know this shit is facts Motherfuckers is mad they never scratched my back I did it on my own and I don't owe you now Had to go and get it and make momma All of my bitches and are so mad 'Cause they know I finally just got the bag You know you can it on the fuckin' cash you when I get it I'ma fuckin' spaz
You can it on the bag
If she badmouth me, you know that broke I got so much money, I go cop a Picasso Oh my God, this Island got me drippin' Now all of my hatin' cousins wanna come and At the airport, paparazzi all these pictures Still can remember on the day That I was kinda sad Oh my God, all this Every time I see these bitches, they all mad Tellin' me I'm different but you know I know Chuck the deuce and 'em they can just it, blame it, blame it on the bag You know that I wanted all of that Told you when I get it, I ain't back time I see these haters, always mad
You can it on the bag
Fuck that, bring it back, don't you ever forget just I started I heard your favorite rapper album and shit is garbage Out of everyone on that list, you know I'm the hardest Took my momma out of debt, you I'm on it Stuntin' hard, stuntin' with the swag it all, 'bout to blow a hunnid racks I want more, tell 'em all of that All of this cash be the why I sag Put shit on my mama and dad I only do this for my mom and dad, put God all my cash In a Bentley as I hit the gas, I used to be a supa, trash And now these can
it on the bag it on the bag it on the bag