Get The Bag ft. Lil Chuckyred Lyrics

Is that G-Doo on the beat

Ooh, Dreams, he from the running room

They wanna get that bag from me, ooh, get that bag from me

Run it up for me, run it up for me

I don't trust these niggas, never trust these hoes

My heart up in the freezer, damn, it's getting cold

Bitch aint got no money, then I'm sending her home

Back on the road, send a bitch, that's gon' go

Money on my mind, I gotta stay focused

And I ain't fuckin' with you, bitch, if you ain't goin

I can't even fuck with you, bitch, if you ain't gettin' doe

All my bitches brackin', what the fuck you sittin' for

Had to kick that bitch to the curb, I need another one

I ain't playin' with her, and I ain't layin' with her

Had to roll the dice again, no, she a winner

He ain't know what to do with her, I'ma show you what to do with her

She run it up for me, she ain't givin' up on me

We gon' get this money with no feelings

She gon' bring that bag for me

My bitch know what the fuck to do, we gotta act

It's a whole lotta money, just put it in the bag

It's not my fault your bitch wanna choose me

It's not my fault she said you was a boyfriend

And you're not pimpin', shit ain't for everybody

Turn it off, she was hella naughty'

All she know how to do is get it

And she ain't never on the bullshit, yeah

And I love all the money comin', I'm talkin' about real hunnits

Get that bag for me, ooh, get that bag for me

Run it up for me, run it up for me

I don't trust these niggas, I don't trust these hoes

My heart up in the freezer, damn, it's gettin' cold

Bitch, aint got no money then I'm sendin' her home

Back on the road, send a bitch, that's gon' go

Money on my mind, I gotta stay focused

And I ain't fuckin' with you, bitch, if you ain't goin

Look, I ain't no captain saving no hoes

What, I look like Clark Kent

It's hard out here for a pimp when you tryin' to make money for rent

See all these hotel rooms and flights and all these out-of-town trips

These hunnits keep comin', I'ma have my bitches countin' that shit

We countin' up, these niggas mountin' up

On our way to millions from all these dubs

These bitches count on' us to protect them from these villains

That's on bloods, ain't no time for trust

This game it look appealing, they can't handle us

They don't know the feelings, these bitches know that

They gon' get that bag for me, get that bag for me

She gon' hit the track for me, hit the track for me

I don't trust these niggas

I don't trust these bitches

40 Cal on me, I got 40 thousand, on me

She gon' get the bag for me, get the bag for me

Tell her, hit the track for me

She gon' hit the track for me

I don't trust these niggas

I don't trust these bitches

40 Cal on me, I got 40 thousand on me

Ohh get that bag for me

Run it up for me run it up for me

I don't trust these niggas

Never trust these hoes

My heart up in the freezer

Dammit, it's been cold

Bitch, aint got no money, then I'm sendin' her home

Back on the road, send a bitch, thats gon' go

Money on my mind, I gotta stay focused

And I ain't fuckin' with you, bitch, if you ain't goin

I'm all in for the win, throwin the towel is hella out

She put her head down to the ground

The type you ain't seen in a while, she in pocket

I make her crack the ground before she crack a smile

My bitch is down, I bet your foot can' barely walk a mile

Punk bitches don't like me, make them frown when I come around

I sent my main foot's out of town, a soft ten on the turnaround

Your bitch is out of bounds, he get his way when he pout

One foot in the bitch ass, the other foot up in her mouth