CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Get That Bag
Broke ass n***as, please move the f**k from round
I need all my bad b*t*hes to the muthaf**kin' floor
It's finna go the f**k down
Pop that pu**y, hoe, period
It's trap season, bruh
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that's fo' sho'
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
I'm looking for a baller
A big money man, real shot caller
Wrap them dollars round my collar
Oh, that's too much? Boy, I'll holla
Bow-legged parrot-toed, break it down
I want money in cash, not a yen, not a pound
I hear a broke n***a, I hate that sound
You a joke, boy bye, I ain't come to clown
Ding ding, that's a cell phone ring
On the phone with a boss
Hollin' bout money ain't a thang
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Pull that hoe over, she need a ticket
A zoe from the south, yeah I'm with it
Keep runnin' yo mouth, gon' make me split it
n***a don't want that cat if it ain't spittin'
I ain't done with you hoes, I'm still sh*ttin'
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that's fo' sho'
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag, (run it up!)
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that's fo' sho'
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
Read receipts on, b*t*h, I'm a savage
I ain't f**kin' with no n***a without the cabbage
You got that Amex card, I gotta have it
I'll spend all yo money, baby boy, that's a habit
I ain't arguing bout a n***a that ain't mine
Little d**k n***a can't even touch my spine
Top-notch pu**y, this one of a kind
pu**y real godly, angel of mine
He lookin' for a dime that's top of the line
With good pu**y, so gushy
Make a n***a wanna wine and dine
That's fine, you got the bag? You mine
You ain't going home tonight
You better tell her you lyin'
No face, no case to my n***a
No face, no case to the trigger
Stripes on my ass but this pu**y ain't Tigger
Big boss pu**y, I'm Mufasa to you n***as
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that's fo' sho'
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that's fo' sho'
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
Tre Trax, I think we got one
It's trap season, bruh!
It's trap season, bruh
I need all my bad b*t*hes to the muthaf**kin' floor
It's finna go the f**k down
Pop that pu**y, hoe, period
It's trap season, bruh
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that's fo' sho'
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
I'm looking for a baller
A big money man, real shot caller
Wrap them dollars round my collar
Oh, that's too much? Boy, I'll holla
Bow-legged parrot-toed, break it down
I want money in cash, not a yen, not a pound
I hear a broke n***a, I hate that sound
You a joke, boy bye, I ain't come to clown
Ding ding, that's a cell phone ring
On the phone with a boss
Hollin' bout money ain't a thang
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Pull that hoe over, she need a ticket
A zoe from the south, yeah I'm with it
Keep runnin' yo mouth, gon' make me split it
n***a don't want that cat if it ain't spittin'
I ain't done with you hoes, I'm still sh*ttin'
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that's fo' sho'
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag, (run it up!)
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that's fo' sho'
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
Read receipts on, b*t*h, I'm a savage
I ain't f**kin' with no n***a without the cabbage
You got that Amex card, I gotta have it
I'll spend all yo money, baby boy, that's a habit
I ain't arguing bout a n***a that ain't mine
Little d**k n***a can't even touch my spine
Top-notch pu**y, this one of a kind
pu**y real godly, angel of mine
He lookin' for a dime that's top of the line
With good pu**y, so gushy
Make a n***a wanna wine and dine
That's fine, you got the bag? You mine
You ain't going home tonight
You better tell her you lyin'
No face, no case to my n***a
No face, no case to the trigger
Stripes on my ass but this pu**y ain't Tigger
Big boss pu**y, I'm Mufasa to you n***as
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that's fo' sho'
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that's fo' sho'
Need a n***a with that dough
Pop that pu**y to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
Tre Trax, I think we got one
It's trap season, bruh!
It's trap season, bruh
