[Intro]
Don't speak if- (mmh-mmh)
If-
(AP Geeked, leave him leaking in the rain, fool)
[Pre-Chorus]
I just want the bag, I just want the cash (yeah, yeah)
And my bitches bad, brought her a new Birkin' bag (yeah)
Now my popper mad, had to get her a bag, yuh (yeah-yuh)
And your bitch is sad, she wants me to be her man, yeah (ooh)
I'm just here counting money, just counting Pesos (yeah, yeah)
One false move, and my niggas gon' let the Choppa blow (boom)
Choppa "skrrt", Choppa "bang", you know I'm only here for the bands (band)
Hit it like "mmh", .30 go "blam", livin' life, got my feet in the sands (sand)
[Chorus]
Okay, what's worse? (mmh)
My nigga shoot you in the hеad just for some Cert' (bitch, pleasе)
(What's worse?)
I ain't have to rob your bitch if she ain't have that Louie purse (what)
What's worse, losing a bag, or ending up in a hearse (go time, nigga)
(What's worse?)
Came from the rags, now it's private flyin', jet lag (phew, phew)
What's worse, huh, shooting niggas for Smurf? like who got it worse (worse)
I ain't have this designer shit, now your niggas gon' pay (boom, boom)
Let me get that ice, that chain, bitch relax, this ain't my worst day (huh?)
[Verse 1]
If I ain't have this money on me, your bitch won't make these sounds (uh)
Got her, choking, squeezing, like bitch, give me sum' round (dome)
If I'm in the building, you know that the gas loud (bah, bah)
And if you got your bag right, Jay gon' make a sound (rah)
Nigga actin' up? leave a nigga on the ground (slatt-slatt)
Wipe your nose, I ain't give a fuck 'bout that pose (huh)
She's all plastic, like mmh-mmh, swallow my loads (sweet)
Shoot you like a maverick, Glock ain't shown (nah)
[Bridge]
I'mma shoot, ya (ooh-uh-uh-uh)
Just give my nigga that moolah (ooh-uh-uh-uh)
Won't flew ya (ooh-uh-uh-uh)
I'mma shoot, ya (ooh-uh-uh-uh)
Just give my nigga that moolah (ooh-uh-uh-uh)
Won't flew ya (ooh-uh-uh-uh)
I'mma shoot, ya (ooh-uh-uh-uh)
Just give my nigga that moolah (ooh-uh-uh-uh)
Won't flew ya (ooh-uh-uh-uh)
[Verse 2]
I just want the bag, that's how I'm rockin' (how I'm rockin')
No Rolls Royce, but these wheels still' rollin' (skrrt)
Life is kinda like poker, I'm never folding (nah)
Even for the feds, that's my brother, I'm gon' murk him (boaw)
Just like a-, uh-uh, what, like a piranha, yuh (phrr)
I'ma do some shit, they call me king of slaughter, yuh (boom)
Mix the high with the low, that's on Mama, yeah (lean)
Never took Perc' no .50, give a nigga back, shit shifty (switch)
I'm like a rocket, I'm always flyin' doing tours now (bitch)
Wow, now these niggas at my shows now (what)
Started from the nosebleeds, now I'm winnin' (winnin')
Just like my brother I ain't finished (ain't finished)
[Pre-Chorus]
I just want the bag, I just want the cash (yeah, yeah)
And my bitches bad, brought her a new Birkin' bag (yeah)
Now my popper mad, had to get her a bag, yuh (yeah-yuh)
And your bitch is sad, she wants me to be her man, yeah (ooh)
I'm just here counting money, just counting Pesos (yeah, yeah)
One false move, and my niggas gon' let the Choppa blow (boom)
Choppa "skrrt", Choppa "bang", you know I'm only here for the bands (band)
Hit it like "mmh", .30 go "blam", livin' life, got my feet in the sands (sand)
[Chorus]
Okay, what's worse? (mmh)
My nigga shoot you in the head just for some Cert' (bitch, please)
(What's worse?)
I ain't have to rob your bitch if she ain't have that Louie purse (what)
What's worse, losing a bag, or ending up in a hearse (go time, nigga)
(What's worse?)
Came from the rags, now it's private flyin', jet lag (phew, phew)
What's worse, huh, shooting niggas for Smurf? like who got it worse (worse)
I ain't have this designer shit, now your niggas gon' pay (boom, boom)
Let me get that ice, that chain, bitch relax, this ain't my worst day (huh?)
