CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Big Bag
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
(Undefined)
(It's Hokatiwi)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
All these hundreds in my pocket make my pants sag, yeah
She want a n***a with a big bag, yeah
get my back stabbed, yeah
High as f**k and I still ain't gon' let this whip crash, yeah
I done really did the dash, I ain't really spend it fast
Tryna knock some n***as off, I went ran up a couple bags
Rich since a minor, but you f**kin' with the big leagues
I keep a stick, I up this b*t*h and let it empty
n***as lyin', only time they shootin' sh*t is in the booth
To tell the truth, I still'll wipe your n***a nose for the loot
They copy everything I do
Well, follow me and go and get some money
These n***as bummy, never seen a hundred
I'll blow it all and get it back 'cause it ain't nothin'
I can't see nothin' but hundreds, vision blurry under these buffies
Chains on, I dare a n***a touch me
It'll get ugly before I let a n***a play me like a sucker
I ain't goin' for it, n***as dyin' 'bout this sh*t
You opp n***as better ride with that stick
I catch you lackin', you gon' die when you slip
A hundred in the chops, I won't miss
Don't die tryna catch a vibe with a b*t*h
'Cause she might be the one to get a drop, all these b*t*hes f**k with opps
They gon' f**k whoever f**kin' with 'em
I can't f**k with you if you ain't tryna get no money with me, this ain't free d**k
All these hundreds in my pocket make my pants sag, yeah
She want a n***a with a big bag, yeah
get my back stabbed, yeah
High as f**k and I still ain't gon' let this whip crash, yeah
I done really did the dash, I ain't really spend it fast
Tryna knock some n***as off, I went ran up a couple bags
Rich since a minor, but you f**kin' with the big leagues
I keep a stick, I up this b*t*h and let it empty
Can't even count how many late nights posted with my n***as
Slidin' on a n***a, still thinkin' 'bout them riches
Watched them all turn fake, I admit was in my feelings
Just assume it ain't real 'cause these days, you never know
And I still keep my pole just in case I gotta score with it
You know gang can't get no pass if he froze with it
And I'm just me, baby, I don't keep up no image
Bro bounced out and show him what that J like
What that pain like, what your aim like, it's a gravesite
I know ain't right, ain't no fair fight
And we gon' take flight on the same night
All these hundreds in my pocket make my pants sag, yeah
She want a n***a with a big bag, yeah
get my back stabbed, yeah
High as f**k and I still ain't gon' let this whip crash, yeah
I done really did the dash, I ain't really spend it fast
Tryna knock some n***as off, I went ran up a couple bags
Rich since a minor, but you f**kin' with the big leagues
I keep a stick, I up this b*t*h and let it empty
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
(Undefined)
(It's Hokatiwi)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
All these hundreds in my pocket make my pants sag, yeah
She want a n***a with a big bag, yeah
get my back stabbed, yeah
High as f**k and I still ain't gon' let this whip crash, yeah
I done really did the dash, I ain't really spend it fast
Tryna knock some n***as off, I went ran up a couple bags
Rich since a minor, but you f**kin' with the big leagues
I keep a stick, I up this b*t*h and let it empty
n***as lyin', only time they shootin' sh*t is in the booth
To tell the truth, I still'll wipe your n***a nose for the loot
They copy everything I do
Well, follow me and go and get some money
These n***as bummy, never seen a hundred
I'll blow it all and get it back 'cause it ain't nothin'
I can't see nothin' but hundreds, vision blurry under these buffies
Chains on, I dare a n***a touch me
It'll get ugly before I let a n***a play me like a sucker
I ain't goin' for it, n***as dyin' 'bout this sh*t
You opp n***as better ride with that stick
I catch you lackin', you gon' die when you slip
A hundred in the chops, I won't miss
Don't die tryna catch a vibe with a b*t*h
'Cause she might be the one to get a drop, all these b*t*hes f**k with opps
They gon' f**k whoever f**kin' with 'em
I can't f**k with you if you ain't tryna get no money with me, this ain't free d**k
All these hundreds in my pocket make my pants sag, yeah
She want a n***a with a big bag, yeah
get my back stabbed, yeah
High as f**k and I still ain't gon' let this whip crash, yeah
I done really did the dash, I ain't really spend it fast
Tryna knock some n***as off, I went ran up a couple bags
Rich since a minor, but you f**kin' with the big leagues
I keep a stick, I up this b*t*h and let it empty
Can't even count how many late nights posted with my n***as
Slidin' on a n***a, still thinkin' 'bout them riches
Watched them all turn fake, I admit was in my feelings
Just assume it ain't real 'cause these days, you never know
And I still keep my pole just in case I gotta score with it
You know gang can't get no pass if he froze with it
And I'm just me, baby, I don't keep up no image
Bro bounced out and show him what that J like
What that pain like, what your aim like, it's a gravesite
I know ain't right, ain't no fair fight
And we gon' take flight on the same night
All these hundreds in my pocket make my pants sag, yeah
She want a n***a with a big bag, yeah
get my back stabbed, yeah
High as f**k and I still ain't gon' let this whip crash, yeah
I done really did the dash, I ain't really spend it fast
Tryna knock some n***as off, I went ran up a couple bags
Rich since a minor, but you f**kin' with the big leagues
I keep a stick, I up this b*t*h and let it empty
