Lyrics “I Get The Bag” – Gucci Mane feat. Migos
Hah, it’s Gucci
It’s Drop Top, Wizop, ooh..
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Straight out the lot, 300 cash
And the car came with a blunt in it
Lil mama a thot, and she got ass
Then she gon’ f**k up a bag
Pull up to the spot, livin’ too fast
Droppin’ the dope in the stash
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me
Drop the top when it’s cold
ut you feel the heat
Be real with me
Keep it 100, just be real with me
Eat it up like it’s a feast
They say the dope on fleek
Percocet pill on me
Ice on my neck, baby, chill with me
Them n**gas that post in the back don’t say nothin’
Them n**gas will kill for me
Back ends I count in my sleep, on fleek
100k spent on a Patek Phillippe
b**ch, I’m a dog, eat my treat
Hop out the frog and leap
I put them bricks in the fender
My b**ch, she walk around like she Kris Jenner
I used to break in and enter
Then Takeoff runnin’ like the game of temple
It’s simple, I play with her mental
Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel
Count it up, ’cause I’m a money symbol
Walkin’ with the racks, I’m lookin’ crippled
F**k on that b**ch then I tip her
A nickel for me to take pictures
Not from L.A. but I clip her
Double my cup, pour a triple
Fox on my body, no Vivica
I’m not your average or typical
Look at my wrist, and it’s critical
Hold it up, droppin’ the temperature
I get that bag on the regular
I got a bag on my cellular
Backin’ up, baggin’ up vegetables
Bag of them cookies, it’s medical
c0caine, codeine, etcetera
c0caine and lean, it’s federal
I take off, landin’ on Nebula
As of now 20 M’s on my schedule
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Straight out the lot, 300 cash
And the car came with a blunt in it
Lil mama a thot, and she got ass
And she gon’ f**k up her back
Pull up to the spot, livin’ too fast
Droppin’ the dope in the stash
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me
Drop the top when it’s cold
But you feel the heat
Be real with me
Keep it 100, just be real with me
Eat it up like it’s a feast
They say the dope on fleek
I know that you n**gas gettin’ sick of me
These chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece
I don’t even like to freestyle for free
I put in the key and I ride the beat
I won’t even come out the house for free
I pay a n**ga to drive for me
JAY-Z couldn’t even co-sign for me
I do what I want, ’cause I’m signed to me
I get the, I get the, I get the bag
They get the bag, have to cut it in half
Stop the comparin’, y’all makin’ me laugh
Need the rehab, I’m addicted to cash
Convertible Wop, convertible top
My dope got a vertical, look at it hop
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, and it jump out the pot
Came out of jail and went straight to the top
Take it easy, baby, middle of summer, I’m freezin’, baby
Don’t leave me, baby
Just drop to your knees and please me, baby
I’m fascinated, two b**ches so fine that I masturbated
Congratulations, she brain me so good that I graduated
They had to hate it
I don’t f**k with them n**gas, they plastic, baby
A trapper, baby, I rap but I own all my masters, baby
It’s tragic, baby, I pull up and f**k up the traffic, baby
A savage, baby
I’m killin’ these n**gas, closed casket, baby
You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Straight out the lot, 300 cash
And the car came with a blunt in it
Lil mama a thot, and she got ass
And she gon’ f**k up her back
Pull up to the spot, livin’ too fast
Droppin’ the dope in the stash
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me
Drop the top when it’s cold
But you feel the heat
Be real with me
Keep it 100, just be real with me
Eat it up like it’s a feast
They say the dope on fleek…
