[Intro: FBG Dutchie]
Fly Boy Gang (Yeah)
Money Gang (Let's get it, haha)
Let's do it, leggo (Reese G, you ready? Oh, aight)
Let's do it then
[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
I do it for that bag (That bag), we shooting for that bag (That bag)
These niggas talking crazy, I go stupid for that bag (That bag)
Go ham for that bag (That bag), gon' blam for that bag (That bag)
Let these lame niggas know who I am for that bag (That bag)
I do it for that bag (That bag), we shooting for that bag (That bag)
These niggas talking crazy, I go stupid for that bag (That bag)
Go ham for that bag (That bag), gon' blam for that bag (That bag)
Let these lame niggas know who I am for that bag, uh (DJay)
[Verse 1: FBG Dutchie]
I do it for that bag (I do), I trap for that bag (Yes)
And if a nigga try to take it, I'ma clap for that bag (Bang)
I'm in love with that bag, shoot slugs for that bag (Okay)
You can catch me in the club throwing dubs for that bag (Rain)
I got to get that bag (Yep), so I'm moving jabs (Yeah)
Or you can say them packs, on the trey, that's where I'm at (63rd)
Getting cake, clocking racks, CPD, they can't stop that (They can't)
Well, if they do, I'm bouncing back, money tall and mountain stacks (Woo)
Where the fucking mountain at? I don't know, I'm too high
But if you try to take that bag, guaranteed you gon' die (Yep)
Hell yeah, I'm fly, goofy dude, I'm FBG (FBG)
And I'm gonna get that bag like it's my destiny (It is)
Bitch, I got my swagger right, Reese G on the left of me
And we both eating, bitch, and it ain't no recipe
I'ma grind for that bag until it ain't no breath in me
Bitch, I'ma grind for that bag until it ain't no breath in me, L's
[Chorus: FBG Dutchie & Reese G]
I do it for that bag (That bag), we shooting for that bag (That bag)
These niggas talking crazy, I go stupid for that bag (That bag)
Go ham for that bag (That bag), gon' blam for that bag (That bag)
Let these lame niggas know who I am for that bag (That bag)
I do it for that bag (That bag), we shooting for that bag (That bag)
These niggas talking crazy, I go stupid for that bag (That bag)
Go ham for that bag (That bag), gon' blam for that bag (That bag)
Let these lame niggas know who I am for that bag, uh (Okay)
[Verse 2: Reese G]
Yeah, I'm clocking bags (Gucci), cooking coke up with 'em fast (Whipping)
Riding Chevy bubble, baby, next year, I'm in the Jag' (New thang)
Throwing bullets for the cash (What?), Benjamins all out the ass
Niggas selling straight garbage, I be selling niggas slabs (Let's do it)
Got a ball for the eighty (What?), ever since, it's duffle bags
Got the nicks, dimes, and twenties, Micheal Phelps, they going fast (Vroom)
And I work and twerk a lick 'cause I be quick to get a bag
All them other demonstrations, you can miss me with that trash (Ha)
I'm a real-ass niggas, any means to get a bag
If it's death (Yeah), if it's hoes (Yeah, yeah), just as long as my bank don't close (Let's get it)
And you better know another thing, you know my shit don't fold
So you better cuff your bitch 'cause she been jocking on my pole (Bitch)
She been scoping out my chain and my wrist, that's minus four
Like that nigga Wayne and Drizzy, making thirty off a show (Let's get it)
You can catch me [?] putting the pedal to the floor (Vroom)
Clocked a couple more bags, bring them Lamborghini doors (Hey)
[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
I do it for that bag (That bag), we shooting for that bag (That bag)
These niggas talking crazy, I go stupid for that bag (That bag)
Go ham for that bag (That bag), gon' blam for that bag (That bag)
Let these lame niggas know who I am for that bag (That bag)
I do it for that bag (That bag), we shooting for that bag (That bag)
These niggas talking crazy, I go stupid for that bag (That bag)
Go ham for that bag (That bag), gon' blam for that bag (That bag)
Let these lame niggas know who I am for that bag, uh
