Yung D - Bag (feat. Dz2Tact) Lyrics

Get that bag, got that swag Call me Mr. Splash
Always runnin' to the money I'm never losin' track, yeah
Gotta keep my money in my stash Niggas actin' funny, ain't with all that
All I'm doin' gettin' these racks, yeah Money on my mind, I'm on the right path

Bitches ain't shit, all of them is trash Focus on the bag, now I'm to attach
Countin' up these racks, now I got the packs, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I be countin' these racks I don't know where to be at
So much make that bitch came back Iced out, I'm iced out again

I love my money, nice and crisp Hustling hard so I can buy me a new
Whip Niggas be hating, but I don't be givin' a shit
I just be focused on the money, that's really it Smokin' that Za that bitch really hit
I need a bad bitch to suck my dick F*ck her so good, she started a limp

Young nigga be getting to lit Throwing money like Salary sticks, Yuh
What the f*ck you think this is? Run your money up, then we can speak again
Pockets so full, that bitch thicker than her friend
Drippin' so hard, I need a bin Now I started the f*ckin' trend

Gang, gang, ayy, Get to the bag Niggas be pussy, they goin' out sad
Me and Yung D yuh we too f*ckin' tact Walk down gang, nigga, I'm finna blast
Gang, I'm tryna put these pussies in the past When I catch me an opp, I'll have him runnin track
Runnin' and duckin', don't get your head

Tapped Talkin' on Eli, you get put in a pack
Bitch, I'm Big Dze, nigga, I cannot lack I be huntin' for the cash
Run up for the f*ckin' racks Ballin hard like Steve Nash
Niggas know I'm official, I'm up If they say that it's up, niggas know that it's stuck

I'ma keep on flockin' till that nigga jump When that lil' nigga die, he get smoked like some runtz
Ayo, Yung D, spin through the field I throw 6, you throw 3 in the motherf*ckin' field
That's is on bro, yo, I do this for real If I spot B.T.K., they get popped like a pill
Ice on my neck, VVS, give me chills All these bitches on me, finna f*ck for the thrill

Run for the bag till I'm motherf*ckin' ill If I spot Lil' Monkey, have him f*ckin' sealed
That's Mike, I can tell by the fit Nigga broke like a bitch, nigga, get you some drip
B.T.K. Jay, who the f*ck is that dude? Spot that lil' nigga, put him in the news
We hunt on them boys like the headhunter While we spin through they block with that red drummer

Big bread in a Red Hummer Shawty givin' me head like the head hunger
Dze E, nigga, B.T.K., nigga, word to my dick Everything K, nigga, get to the Bag
Get that bag, got that swag Call me Mr. Splash
Always runnin' to the money, I'm never losin' track, yeah

Gotta keep my money in my stash Niggas actin' funny, ain't with all that
All I'm doin' gettin' these racks, yeah Money on my mind, I'm on the right path
Bitches ain't shit, all of them is trash Focus on the bag, now I'm to attach
Countin' up these racks, now I got the packs, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah