Duffle Bag Boy Lyrics

This my no, hook, flow, Mr, I might just kick your door

I been savin' up my dough, just so I can ball later

If you hatin' on a nigga, boy, you really is a bitch

Durty dan he legit, whip, got ceramic tint

Do you like spendin' paper

See you right through all these niggas

So fly, really dig her

Up my stick, let it sing, diamonds shinin', bling, bling

Better watch your hoe because I'm gonna try to fuck her

Don't hang with these niggas, y'all some motherfuckin' buster's

Actin' like you real, bitch, I know you really bluffin

Wouldn't trade this shit for nothin', I turned nothin' into millions

Before I die, Lord, I just want a hundred billion

I'm talkin' racks to the motherfuckin' ceiling

Livin' legend, I was raised in the seven

Thanking, God, for all these blessings

Pray I make it into heaven

Real street hoe from the motherfuckin' South Side

Can you open up? I wanna see if that mouth wide

Real hitters outside, I almost gave up

God stepped in, and said, it's my time, hit me on my hotline

Before, I was so blind, now I see

Nothin' in this world is free, nigga, even yo' life

Can be looked at as a fuckin' fee

This whip or this one, I cannot decide

Misery loves company, so I'm solo when I ride

Heard your hoe was a runner

When we together, it's dumb and dumber

Clauging all these hoes, bitch, you better call a plumber

Got no hustle, what a bummer

If Ion do nothin', Imma ball

I'm countin' all day like the clock on the wall

Say, go and get your money, little duffel bag, boy

Say, go and get your money, little duffel bag, boy