Bag Flipper Lyrics

Damn, Donny made this

Big bag flipper, see the bag and chase it, yeah

These some 'leciagas, caught you rocking Asics, yeah

You dropped a new album, but will we play it? Nah

You never seen a bad bitch, yo hoes too basic, yeah

Money coming in too easy, I don't even gotta chase it

And these pussies playing foul, finna give they ass a flagrant

And they saying life's a bitch, I said okay, give her a facelift

Yeah lil' S0K0 real ass fuck, I could never be on no fake shit

Bitch I'm married to the game, this shit way deeper than dating

And my bro he not an artist, but yo block he finna paint it

And you talking hella hard but steady catch you up on lame shit

And you say you in a AMG that's old that shit is ancient

And you say you in a AMG but that shit from 2000

I done ran up my bag, got it way too big, can't even count it

And I'm finna blow up, don't care if they hating, keep the doubting

And I know that you be cap, don't talk about it be about it, yeah

Not even clouted yet, I'm focused on the bag first

Lil' S0K0 snap everytime ain't spit a wack verse

He pulled up on us in a Track, left in a black hearse

If you was about to talk some shit go check the stats first

Yeah, we be at the top, you at the bottom hoe

If you tired of these pussies acting hard, you is not alone

Lil' bro you ain't never had no racks, you just got a loan

She cheated on you twice and you still simping, leave that thot alone

These pussies just be on some lame shit I do not condone

Do you really think you hard? Shit I gotta know

If my bro need some money that bag I gotta throw

Smart kid acting stupid, used to be up on the honor roll

Could've been on NJS but that shit was fucking pointless

You talking shit, I got a stick, so at you I'm finna point it

You can get the smoke like anytime, you don't need an appointment

Had potential but then you done went out sad, I'm disappointed

Hold on, you can't get a coin, bitch, you can't get a damn dollar

In a fucking Urus, I pull out and make the lamb holler

When I'm done with this shit, man, I better get my damn flowers

Bitch I get yo full week check in a half hour

Made money, made it look easy, now they agitated

When I hit the top I know they all gon' be mad I made it

Yeah you saying shit but it be cap, I gotta validate it

Kill a beat every fucking time, it's been assassinated

Hop up in the Trackhawk, we finna drag race it

How the fuck you ain't got no money, if it's a bag chase it

Walking in Givenchy shoes, I think you had Asics

That shit ain't drip just because it's designer, think yo ass tasteless

You might have the same drip but can't put it on like we do

You talking hella shit, talking bold like I need you

Bitch I'm at the fucking top, I don't even see you

I would flex on you right now but I don't need to

Yeah, yeah, that shit ain't necessary

Lot of people plotting and be lurking so it's best to carry

Some people on my side and honestly the rest is wary

I don't give a fuck I come out dripping, go and flex Burberry

Big bag flipper, see the bag and chase it, yeah

These some 'leciagas, caught you rocking Asics, yeah

You dropped a new album, but will we play it? Nah

You never seen a bad bitch, yo hoes too basic, yeah

Money coming in too easy, I don't even gotta chase it

And these pussies playing foul, finna give they ass a flagrant

And they saying life's a bitch, I said okay, give her a facelift

Yeah lil' S0K0 real ass fuck, I could never be on no fake shit