Put the money in the bag
Put the money in the bag
you looking funny kinda sad
so put the money in the bag
I'll take it from all of you
you've got some skills but won't follow through
Popping some pills then I'm killing the game
yeah for real thats what I've gotta do
fuck how you feel like a prostitute
moneys the object you're bout to lose
who cares if you're feeling me
you're getting diddily squat from my squad
thats the awful truth
Fuck pop, I'm hip hop and I've got the proof
just stop with the nonsense, you got confused
no I'm not fetty wap, got my eye on the prize
don't be surprised when I rob you fools
I'm not fucking kidding I've gotta tool
got a gun to use a trigger to pull
wouldn't figure I'd get seven figures
now its seeming predictable like woah
so Put the money in the bag
Put the money in the bag
you looking funny kinda sad
so put the money in the bag
pockets bout to be fat like buddah
all this talking bout to snap like ludah
with frees I get cheese like gouda
then I blow no sneeze like whoda
fuck is that on the microphone
all I know is this kid can rap and I like the tone 13
from his flow, its so dope, that my mind is gone
hes got the midas touch, and he writes his wrongs
like woah
Time for me to steal the show
time to fucking steal the show show show I'm taking all of your dough
I'm taking all of your dough
so throw throw
all of that bullshit
right up out the window
riding in a limo
beside me theres a bimbo
acting pretty simple
dancing to the tempo
picking up my kinfolk
now we're getting tipsy
running round the city
sipping on some whiskey
smoking like a hippie
visions getting dissy
I think I'm tripping or maybe
I'm thrown like a Frisbee