in my bag! Lyrics by Lil Playah
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
(Yeah, yeah)
Got drip on me, his bitch on me
I'm in my bag, yeah
Pull out ten racks, I spend it at Saks
I see why they mad, yeah
Drip like a drain, I'm switching these lanes
I hope I don't crash, yeah
Boss up, got a check up, flex up
Got my foot on they ass, yeah
Balenci's my feet
(Oh, I got Balenci's on right now, fuck it)
Car so fast, that bitch like "Vroom"
Hundred bands in my pocket, I'm feeling like "Ooh"
I got your bitch, we went to the moon
She diggin' me, she lovin' me too
Run up on me, all he hear is a "Boom!"
If a nigga talk down, we gon' call on the goons
I ran out of time for ho's
Switchin' up these bitches like I change my clothes
I get the commas, you flexin' that lil' bag, bro
He smile in my face, but really hating on the low, yeah
Got drip on me, his bitch on me
I'm in my bag, yeah
Pull out ten racks, I spend it at Saks
I see why they mad, yeah
Drip like a drain, I'm switching these lanes
I hope I don't crash, yeah
Boss up, got a check up, flex up
Got my foot on they ass, yeah
I ran out of time for ho's
Switchin' up these bitches like I change my clothes
I get the commas, you flexin' that lil' bag, bro
He smile in my face, but really hating on the low, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
(Yeah, yeah)
Got drip on me, his bitch on me
I'm in my bag, yeah
Pull out ten racks, I spend it at Saks
I see why they mad, yeah
Drip like a drain, I'm switching these lanes
I hope I don't crash, yeah
Boss up, got a check up, flex up
Got my foot on they ass, yeah
Balenci's my feet
(Oh, I got Balenci's on right now, fuck it)
Car so fast, that bitch like "Vroom"
Hundred bands in my pocket, I'm feeling like "Ooh"
I got your bitch, we went to the moon
She diggin' me, she lovin' me too
Run up on me, all he hear is a "Boom!"
If a nigga talk down, we gon' call on the goons
I ran out of time for ho's
Switchin' up these bitches like I change my clothes
I get the commas, you flexin' that lil' bag, bro
He smile in my face, but really hating on the low, yeah
Got drip on me, his bitch on me
I'm in my bag, yeah
Pull out ten racks, I spend it at Saks
I see why they mad, yeah
Drip like a drain, I'm switching these lanes
I hope I don't crash, yeah
Boss up, got a check up, flex up
Got my foot on they ass, yeah
I ran out of time for ho's
Switchin' up these bitches like I change my clothes
I get the commas, you flexin' that lil' bag, bro
He smile in my face, but really hating on the low, yeah
