Get To The Bag Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Aye

I am the one

Fuck do you mean

Your bae let me packer

She loving the green

Turn your state to farm

There's red on your team

I said it's a farm

I'm planting my seeds

Look at my little baby's

Yes indeed

When we are winning

It's changing names

From Vic to Tory

Say you gone stop me

Come be a guard then

Softer than flowers

Behind these bars

I am the warden

Dot on your circle

Bagging my targets

New found religion

You need some regarding

Atheist flow

No living regardless

Lined up with dots

If you try angles

Move with some caution

Rest In Peace

I'm getting my portion

Lady Luck

Is doing you bad

I'm in your miss fortune

Get to the bag

Stacking up cash

Fuck it up fast

Yeah yeah

Get to the bag

Stacking up cash

Fuck it up fast

Yeah yeah

Get to the bag

Stacking up cash

Fuck it up fast

Yeah yeah

I'm on your ass

Yeah yeah

I'm on your ass

Yeah yeah

Got a date with destiny

This is my year

That green keep growing

Ch ch ch chia

Clap at you all

On my Katt Williams

You ride

You gone fall

Pissing you off

That's why you wanna stall

All in your bitch

Protected but raw

She screaming God

I said praise the lord

Writing my name

All over her walls

I am a artist

You know I'm a draw

Breaking it down

D is too raw

Like cops coming

Get rocked in your jaw

Catching dubs with AR's

You better stop saying

This here is war

You catching a L

Leave em' in awe

I'm laying down law

Saying D 12

That is bizarre

Trying to catch

M's on em'

I'm shading you all

Get to the bag

Stacking up cash

Fuck it up fast

Yeah yeah

Get to the bag

Stacking up cash

Fuck it up fast

Yeah yeah

Get to the bag

Stacking up cash

Fuck it up fast

Yeah yeah

I'm on your ass

Yeah yeah

I'm on your ass

Yeah yeah

Get to the bag

Stacking up cash

Fuck it up fast

Yeah yeah

Get to the bag

Stacking up cash

Fuck it up fast

Yeah yeah

Get to the bag

Stacking up cash

Fuck it up fast

Yeah yeah

I'm on your ass

Yeah yeah

I'm on your ass

Yeah yeah

Top of the morning

Your bitch give me top

In the morning

Hearing my music

On top of her moaning

Catching a body

I'm leaving her mourning

Texting her friends

They thinking bout joining

Say I'm her future

Live in the moment

She ain't no angel

Your baby a omen

She giving it up

Like she just owe men

Riding my wave

Her ocean in motion

She jumped in that water

Now she a swimmer

Gotta stay stroking

Say I'm official

But I stay coaching

I am just boasting

With all these verses

I am just floating

Back people food

This season we on it

Needing a challenge

Where's an opponent

Killing you niggas

Just for enjoyment

Yeah yeah

Get to the bag

Stacking up cash

Fuck it up fast

Yeah yeah

Get to the bag

Stacking up cash

Fuck it up fast

Yeah yeah

Get to the bag

Stacking up cash

Fuck it up fast

Yeah yeah

I'm on your ass

Yeah yeah

I'm on your ass

Yeah yeah