[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
When your bag ain't right, it's kinda hard for you to sleep
They snitching and shooting, it's kinda hard for you to
When your bag ain't right, it's kinda hard for you to eat
Lotta hate in disguise
It's kinda hard for you to see
They snitching and shooting, it's kinda hard for you to
When your bag ain't right, it's kinda hard for you to eat
Lotta hate in disguise
It's kinda hard for you to see
[Verse 1 ?]
Had to get it on my own, I ain't never took a handout
Go re-up again, 'cause [?] I just ran out
I just bought a Glock, it got a switch, boy, don't get fanned down
You ain't do a thing when niggas came and knocked your man [?]
Why put money on your head, when I could do it on my own?
Get the drop on your lil spot, then I might pop up at your home
Ain't no rapper, I'm a trapper, I made 20 on the road
In the kitchen I'm a chemist, I be cooking on the stove
Philthy keep asking 'bout a tape, I'm just tryna run the streets
[?] 'bout 50 on the plane, I'm just tryna be discrete
These niggas ratting and they shooting, they be hard for us to beat
When your bag ain't right, it be hard to go to sleep
[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
When your bag ain't right, it's kinda hard for you to sleep
They snitching and shooting, it's kinda hard for you to
When your bag ain't right, it's kinda hard for you to eat
Lotta hate in disguise
It's kinda hard for you to see
They snitching and shooting, it's kinda hard for you to
When your bag ain't right, it's kinda hard for you to eat
Lotta hate in disguise
It's kinda hard for you to see
[Verse 2 ?]
And a lotta niggas hating, they on my dick, they think I'm the an
Popped a nigga, he listened to my songs, I guess he a fan
My mans can't eat, he can't sleep, 'cause his bag ain't right
Cuzz might miss out on his plain, it's too many bags for the flight
These niggas broke, and they bag inda light
These niggas petty, we at the fight, 5 hunna' on [?], we in here heavy
Now a days [?] it used to be Chevys
Tell them niggas stop telling, because that snitching is deadly
I had your bitch, and she used to be ready
I like foreigns, couldn't fuck with no Chevys
I'm at the crib, I won't fuck with no tellys
I got my bag right, so I do what I want when I'm ready
I keep a 40, so you know that I'm heavy
[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
When your bag ain't right, it's kinda hard for you to sleep
They snitching and shooting, it's kinda hard for you to
When your bag ain't right, it's kinda hard for you to eat
Lotta hate in disguise
It's kinda hard for you to see
They snitching and shooting, it's kinda hard for you to
When your bag ain't right, it's kinda hard for you to eat
Lotta hate in disguise
It's kinda hard for you to see
[Verse 3 ?]
When my bag ain't right, it's kinda hard for me to sleep at night
My niggas got them Glocks and chops, and they go and creep at night
You ain't never lost it all and had to go and make it right
Me and T was down bad, we ran it up and stayed tight
Mama told me get a job, and told me I ain't living right
Showed her what this cash like, told her I get it right
T said he [?] tonight will be another flight
Nigga try to slide on me, that'll be another life
We was eating [?] everyday, like it was shrimp and rice
Bitches seen us shining out in public before we had the ice
I was taking risks to feed the family, really living trife
Stay up out the way, stack your money, gotta do it right
'Cause
[Chorus: Philthy Rich]
When your bag ain't right, it's kinda hard for you to sleep
They snitching and shooting, it's kinda hard for you to
When your bag ain't right, it's kinda hard for you to eat
Lotta hate in disguise
It's kinda hard for you to see
They snitching and shooting, it's kinda hard for you to
When your bag ain't right, it's kinda hard for you to eat
Lotta hate in disguise
It's kinda hard for you to see
