[Chorus: 2hollis]
Bag full of money, bag full of money
Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag full of money
Baby, hop up in the whip and we could crash if you wanna
We could take a check and fuck it up all summer
One of one Balenci' bag for your momma 'cause she like me
You should know bitches tryna fuck me 'cause of my seed
Ha, ha, so pricy
Put you in Chanelly if your man's tryna fight me

[Verse 1: 2hollis, ian & Both]
You can look and touch, girl, bite me
Saint Laurent boots on my feet, fuck a Nike
Steppin' off the jet with a tommy
Lookin' at my timepiece, it don't tick, bitch
Uh, it don't tick, bitch
I just stuffed a dub in these pants, now they slim thick
You shit talkin'? Leave my bag out the question
Bitch, please, I just spent a hundrеd on this fit pic

[Chorus: 2hollis]
Bag full of money, bag full of money
Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag full of money
Baby, hop up in thе whip and we could crash if you wanna
We could take a check and fuck it up all summer
One of one Balenci' bag for your momma 'cause she like me
You should know bitches tryna fuck me 'cause of my seed
Ha, ha, so pricy
Put you in Chanelly if your man's tryna fight me
[Verse 2: ian & 2hollis]
Hella pointers in my rotation, so crazy
In most cases, need a floatation 'fore I drown
Boy, you ain't nothin' but a ho-savin', ho-chasin', broke-ass motherfucker
Go somewhere else
Twenty in my pockets, pants fightin' with my belt
We, we don't understand fightin' 'round here
Boy, you got a better chance fightin' with a bear
Boy, you got a better chance beatin' Michael Phelps
Ho, would you love me if I ran out of drugs?
I just made a ten-ball for standin' in the club
Could've made a twenty-ball, but I ain't show up
Got your main bitch starstruck, tryna fuck with us
My eyes flat, this my fifth fuckin' blunt
Finna drive fast and forget to buckle up
(This dime bag show a different type of love)
(Try to climb back, but I'm slippin' like a [?])

[Verse 3: 2hollis & ian]
Would you love me if I didn't beat it up?
She don't love me, she love one plus one (2)
I'm just tryna have some fun
Get your passport ready, bae, the flight leave at one
I don't even know what I'm on
She don't even know what she in for
I just threw a dime in the friendzone
Tryna slide back, I ain't give her all the info
I know she a nympho, I knew she a freak ho
I know she'll take a bag and blow it, not a cheap ho
I don't like to talk, I don't like a lot of people
Private room, baby, make 'em check it through the peephole
Two birds down, I ain't need to use a stone
Stack ten-thou', I ain't need to use the phone
Odd motherfucker, I can't even with a ho
Get a job, motherfucker, all yo' kids gettin' hungry
[Chorus: 2hollis]
Bag full of money, bag full of money
Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag full of money
Baby, hop up in the whip and we could crash if you wanna
We could take a check and fuck it up all summer
One of one Balenci' bag for your momma 'cause she like me
You should know bitches tryna fuck me 'cause of my seed
Ha, ha, so pricy
Put you in Chanelly if your man's tryna fight me