This is a late night link up
And you know who you muhfuckin came for
All the real bitches tapped in and synced up
Wear less say less you could do more
Drinks up you ain't even gotta think much
Big trunk got the cash like a brinks truck
Gripped up lil nigga get your chips up
Grip tucked 38 wanna hit sum
Tryna get it at a fast pace
Tryna get it tryna get it again
I fell in love with the bag bae
I fell with the bag and a friend
Don't you ever talk bout them bad days
Don't you ever talk bout the past baby
Run it up that's a fast pace
Run it up that's to fast bae
Bitch made, I could tell a nigga bitch made
Selling dimes, I was trapping since the 5th grade
Been paid, lil nigga out here doing big things
Big chain 14 matching with a big ring
Big Bang how a nigga bring the stars out
Big bank watch a nigga bring the vault down
Big chop shooters always on call now
Money don't stop till a nigga tear the walls down
I hopped in the fast lane swerving
I hopped in a forgein in fast pace
I swear I just met her and she getting wetter and wetter, wanna change up her last name
I'm leaving these hoes alone baby, bitches is broke and they mad lame
And I'm getting better and better resisting these bitches, that's throwing a bad taste
Im sending up prayers to my niggas that fighting them charges tryna beat up a bad case
And we was so broke I'm in love with the chopper, I'm jugging and robbing my past ways
And now that the money is coming in, I get to a bag on a bad day
I switched up my Rollie, my two tone is different she all on my dick but she mad late
Tryna get it at a fast pace
Tryna get it tryna get it again
I fell in love with the bag bae
I fell with the bag and a friend
Don't you ever talk bout them bad days
Don't you ever talk bout the past baby
Run it up that's a fast pace
Run it up that's to fast bae
Tryna get it at a fast pace
Tryna get it tryna get it again
I fell in love with the bag bae
I fell with the bag and a friend
Don't you ever talk bout them bad days
Don't you ever talk bout the past baby
Run it up that's a fast pace
Run it up that's to fast bae
Im fucking up bags when I'm bagging her friend and I needed to smash its a damn shame
I came straight from last when I ain't have no bands and they thought I would lose but I had faith
Cause the bags on a play baby
I stay out the way crazy
I'm pleading insane for the love of the game
I'm stuck in my ways baby
In love with the money, I'm screaming fuck fame, I swear that the chase made me
If this was the 80s I'm cooking free base I swear that the game changed me
Game changer her, when the funds turning friends into strangers
In the jungle it look like Topenga so you better go keep you a banger, niggas ah slain yah, aye
She bringing out thots lapping up in the middle
She flew out Miami to give me some dental
She loving my wrist cause it look like a skittle
In love with the bands tho
She asking for trust and I gave her a little
She doing too much, had to put her on pause
I'm still getting money got birds on call if you need a hand full
Tryna get it at a fast pace
Tryna get it tryna get it again
I fell in love with the bag bae
I fell with the bag and a friend
Don't you ever talk bout them bad days
Don't you ever talk bout the past baby
Run it up that's a fast pace
Run it up that's to fast bae
Tryna get it at a fast pace
Tryna get it tryna get it again
I fell in love with the bag bae
I fell with the bag and a friend
Don't you ever talk bout them bad days
Don't you ever talk bout the past baby
Run it up that's a fast pace
Run it up that's to fast bae