The Bags ft. Prod. By Fernyar Lyrics

Yeah, man, it's that boy B Frank, man

Got me on these hot beats with Fernyar

Representing for the ville out here

You know what I'm talking about

Yeah, yeah

Aye

I want them dollars

That moolah

The bread

All I do is hustle, homie

I just want the bag

I've been hustling, and grinding

For that cash

But the game don't love nobody

And these streets won't love you back

I keep my mind all on the moolah

Foot all in they ass

I don't do no breaking, oh, no

I just hit the gas

All I do is hustle

I just want the bags

Came up off the struggle Now blue hundreds coming fast

Trying to stunt so damn hard that they gotta hate Seeing my smile they can't tolerate, but keeping it G how I operate

I'm needing this dough for my mama's sake

Get me some funds give my daddy some

If we keeping it real, I'm a savage

The money turn me to an addict

I've been hustling hard for the cabbage

How the hell could I stunt if it's not with the fam

When these niggas stunt, man, it's just for the gram

Dead president's in the palm of my hand

Swear it be calling, it's all in my head

Saying it's nothing, they tripping, just trust me, Without no money, this shit

can get ugly

And just to get money, this shit can get ugly

Palms get to itching in

money discussions

I was given this world, no, I didn't make it

Nothing come to me so I gotta take it

Grants, Jacksons, Benjamin Franklins

Moneys the motive, so nigga what's shaking

Came out the hood, so I had it rough

When it come to the dough, always had enough

Always stacking the bread, I can't have enough

I'm just watching the numbers keep adding up

I want them dollars

That moolah

The bread

All I do is hustle, homie

I just want the bag

I've been hustling, and grinding

For that cash

But the game don't love nobody

And these streets won't love you back

I keep my mind all on the moolah

Foot all in they ass

I don't do no breaking, oh, no

I just hit the gas

All I do is hustle

I just want the bags

Came up off the struggle Now blue hundreds coming fast

Niggas be claiming they hustlers

I think they just talking trash

It's money up, and yeah, that's for life

My squad is the dopest, tho I hate to brag

Blowing it fast, I've been chasing the cash

The government wrong, everything getting taxed

If I loan you some bread, then I'm needing it back Sorry not sorry, I'm speaking these facts

Shining so hard like a diamond, my nigga

God gave me heart like a lion, my nigga

I sharpen my iron, with iron, my nigga

Forged cause I walked through the fire, my nigga I'm bout my bread like a sandwich is

I need the dough that a dancer gets

Stacks upon stacks of dead presidents

I don't wanna go broke,

I can't handle it

I want them dollars

That moolah

The bread

All I do is hustle, homie

I just want the bag

I've been hustling, and grinding

For that cash

But the game don't love nobody

And these streets won't love you back

I keep my mind all on the moolah

Foot all in they ass

I don't do no breaking, oh, no

I just hit the gas

All I do is hustle

I just want the bags

Came up off the struggle Now blue hundreds coming fast