Mandela (In The Bag) ft. Yung Chelete Lyrics

Mammie here's the bag

Put those Mandelas in the bag

When I left the bank

Yeah

I told the teller I'd be back

Feeling like a stick up

Feels like I got a finger on the trigger, yeah

Pockets getting bigger

Looks like a hoe with hips and a figure, yeah

Got a big check, won't talk about it

An important lunch, won't floss about it

Signed a contract, get your claws off of it 'cause

You're the wrong man, with a wrong pen, got records of it

I'm grinding and it's not a lie

Going to live a lavish life

Homie if you want to fly

First you got to make sure that you run, yeah

Invest in being a land lord

Pay taxes with a bank roll

No lease on that Range Rover

Get honeys but be

Ska Motsepe with the cashflow

Let them dig that like Anglo

Carry bank notes that can't fold, you dig

I'm grinding and it's not a lie

Going to live a lavish life

Homie if you want to fly

First you got to make sure that you run, yeah

Mammie here's the bag

Put those Mandelas in the bag

When I left the bank

Yeah

I told the teller I'd be back

Feeling like a stick up

Feels like I got a finger on the trigger, yeah

Pockets getting bigger

Looks like a hoe with hips and a figure, yeah

Grinding with my new gang

Guess what

She told her friends she got a new man, yeah

She told them, fab her new Man

Right now, I guess your baby daddy got a new fan, yeah

I'm grinding and it's not a lie

Going to live a lavish life

Homie if you want to fly

First you got to make sure that you run, yeah

Le ngan ishay nge mehlo we kati, It's true boy

And ngapha ishay nge nkom encane, It's true boy

On the side ngwan' onale nyatsi, It's true boy

I hope she gets it in her skull, I'm only here to destroy

I'm grinding and it's not a lie

Going to live a lavish life

Homie if you want to fly

First you got to make sure that you run, yeah

Mammie here's the bag

Put those Mandelas in the bag

When I left the bank

Yeah

I told the teller I'd be back

Feeling like a stick up

Feels like I got a finger on the trigger, Yeah

Pockets getting bigger

Looks like a hoe with hips and a figure, Yeah

Got a big check, won't talk about it, nah

An important lunch, won't floss about it, nah

Signed a contract, get your claws off of it 'cause

You're the wrong man, with a wrong pen, got records of it, yeah