[Hook x2]
Everybody know #00 I got that bag
Pockets stay filled with racks thats why my pants sag
Fendi, Gucci, Prada hell yea I got that swag
It’s one thing I don’t play about and thats my cash

[Verse 1]
Everybody know #00 yea I got that bag
Fucking wit my bag then my shooters on yo ass
I will never cuff a thot cause them bitches straggs
Middle fingers to you haters, all you n***as mad
I be bout my cash, I gets lots of dough
I be ridin' in that foreigns, I fuck lots of hoes
True Religion this, Fendi that, thats my clothes
And you know my n***as they be strapped just like Girbauds
Imma hitta were i’m from yeah I gots lots of rank
If worst come to worst, I might rob a bank
I go hard in the paint, I ain't talkin' Flocka Flame
Yeah my name hold weight and thottianas give me brain

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
N***a hold up, n***a roll up one more blunt cause i’m losin my patience
I got shooters that a shoot ya with the Rugers just to make they self famous
Fuck yal all you n***as can't stop me cause you lame ass n***as hatin'
And my flow so fuckin' hot, you would think I was possessed by satan
My n***as do this shit, yeah we bout that life
If you owe a n***a money, then you better pay that price
It’s a SOS on yo head, and thats shoot on sight
I got lil n***as that'll get you gone just to get some stripes
My swag up bitch get that, that lame shit ain’t wit that
Yo bitch? Yeah I hit that and split that like a kit kat
All I know is get stacks and spend that and get back
If a n***a holdin onto work then the goofy n***a gon’ get jacked