Bag Talk Pt. 2 Lyrics

Number one, if you ever get into some money and somebody call you after nine o'clock, don't let them in

I need to talk to you, talk to them in the morning, eight o'clock, they all in the office

But they in there for the murder, they in there for the murder

But if you say no, you better say no, you better say no, you better say no

That's why I got it

Niggas said they want smoke, stop cappin

We pull up, shootin' movies, but we ain't actin

A lot of yellow tape yeah, my shooters active

Been on the low for months, but that money stackin

I don't clock out, OT with the Mavericks

Keep banana clips just in case they want static

This shit too pure, I had to hit it with a back flip

It's still too pure, put the tester in the casket

Can't trust the bank, so the money in the mattress

Stick out the sleeve, voila, like Uncle Magic

If you catch a split bit, bro, you max it

You come home, no papers, back active

They think that it's for the low, but I'm really taxin

One of the bros turned fed had to wack him

Told bro I'm proud of gee he causing a havoc

Real trap nigga, homie, I ain't averge

Fiend said the work was dirt, but he blasted

Had to shake and bake the boys, it got tragic

I turned the deuce to a half and moved the whole thing

That dog shit brown, bitch, white, like cocaine

I came home, had to run it up

If it ain't bout money, you can burn it up

I don't wanna chat, ain't no pullin' up

And you can't hang with gang, you ain't real enough, nah

I'm back, bitch, you niggas look nervous

Been gone' six summers, and you niggas still hurting

Stop doin' what you doin', cause it ain't workin

Got my shooters on standby, and they still murkin

Said my phone, goin' off again, money back to double in

Got the cutsys fumblin', I got that money comin' in

Money talk, and I can see why you mumblin

Long ass clip, I ain't with all that rumblin

Yeah, back to the fuckin' bag talk

Grr, bruh, bitch

All eyes on me

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