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Bag Winner Video (MV)




Performed By: DaRealKjay
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Keymorie Smith
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DaRealKjay - Bag Winner Lyrics




I just bought your hoe a bag, you won't even get back
She lovin' how I'm comin', I ain't even hit yet
If you get it out the mud, then, nigga, that's a big flex
Kiss the curb up in the scat, knowing I rent that

If she got too many bodies, I won't even hit that
Run this shit up to the ceiling, this ain't no rap
Say he get more money than me, he know he big cap
Liftin' all these pounds daily, I need a six-pack

Now watch me work, I got this shit up out the mud
And conquer everything, comin' for whatever I deserve
Walk up in the bank, treat the teller like I'm Franklin Saint
Cause I'm a heavyweight, riskin' everything

Tryin' to make sure all my people straight
I don't wanna conversate with niggas cause they really fake
But I'm with the goonies and we down to shoot a movie if a nigga get to tweaking
I'm all about some paper, we ain't beefin' for no reason

Been humble for too long, I told my niggas this the season
And we straight up out the trenches, havin' motion
They let me in the door, Da Real Kjay up the score
I'm all about the bread, so I need the whole loaf

Cause really, I'm a bag runner, real money gettin' nigga
I'm straight up out them trenches, so my hustle a little different
You gotta have it in you, can't tell you nothin' different
If you gettin' to the money, then you really feel a niggaa

I'm a bag runner, real money gettin' nigga
I'm straight up out them trenches, so my hustle a little different
You gotta have it in you, can't tell you nothin' different
If you gettin' to the money, then you really feel a nigga

I got this shit up out the mud, nobody gave me shit
So I'ma pop it just because, in my pocket's all dubs
Got them bitches out of shape cause we ain't losin' cake
But steady movin' weight, shoot first, don't hesitate

Just call me Franklin Saint because I'm about my bread
One thing that I'll never do is f*ck around with the feds
But I'm steady takin' risks, gamblin' with my life
Like I don't give a f*ck about it

I'm sellin' weight and swappin' cars everyday like it's a hobby
Swear these niggas and these hoes be so out of pocket
I'm with some vibes in the telly, go to clutchin
When I walk inside the lobby, ran this shit up off of Miley Cyrus

In my city, what we call it Molly, never did this shit
But heard it snatch your soul up out your body
Niggas trippin', go to wildin', ain't no doubt inside my mind
That I'm a pop it if a nigga get the tweaking

We having motion every year, f*ck a season
N****s barely out here eatin', get your weight up lil nigga
I'm a bag winner, real money gettin' n***a
I'm straight up out them trenches, so my hustle a lil' different

You gotta have it in, you can't tell you nothin' different
If you gettin' to the money, then you really feel a nigga
I'm a bag winner, real money gettin' n***a
I'm straight up out them trenches, so my hustle a lil' different

You gotta have it in, you can't tell you nothin' different
If you gettin' to the money, then you really feel a nigga
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English

I just bought your hoe a bag, you won't even get back
She lovin' how I'm comin', I ain't even hit yet
If you get it out the mud, then, nigga, that's a big flex
Kiss the curb up in the scat, knowing I rent that

If she got too many bodies, I won't even hit that
Run this shit up to the ceiling, this ain't no rap
Say he get more money than me, he know he big cap
Liftin' all these pounds daily, I need a six-pack

Now watch me work, I got this shit up out the mud
And conquer everything, comin' for whatever I deserve
Walk up in the bank, treat the teller like I'm Franklin Saint
Cause I'm a heavyweight, riskin' everything

Tryin' to make sure all my people straight
I don't wanna conversate with niggas cause they really fake
But I'm with the goonies and we down to shoot a movie if a nigga get to tweaking
I'm all about some paper, we ain't beefin' for no reason

Been humble for too long, I told my niggas this the season
And we straight up out the trenches, havin' motion
They let me in the door, Da Real Kjay up the score
I'm all about the bread, so I need the whole loaf

Cause really, I'm a bag runner, real money gettin' nigga
I'm straight up out them trenches, so my hustle a little different
You gotta have it in you, can't tell you nothin' different
If you gettin' to the money, then you really feel a niggaa

I'm a bag runner, real money gettin' nigga
I'm straight up out them trenches, so my hustle a little different
You gotta have it in you, can't tell you nothin' different
If you gettin' to the money, then you really feel a nigga

I got this shit up out the mud, nobody gave me shit
So I'ma pop it just because, in my pocket's all dubs
Got them bitches out of shape cause we ain't losin' cake
But steady movin' weight, shoot first, don't hesitate

Just call me Franklin Saint because I'm about my bread
One thing that I'll never do is f*ck around with the feds
But I'm steady takin' risks, gamblin' with my life
Like I don't give a f*ck about it

I'm sellin' weight and swappin' cars everyday like it's a hobby
Swear these niggas and these hoes be so out of pocket
I'm with some vibes in the telly, go to clutchin
When I walk inside the lobby, ran this shit up off of Miley Cyrus

In my city, what we call it Molly, never did this shit
But heard it snatch your soul up out your body
Niggas trippin', go to wildin', ain't no doubt inside my mind
That I'm a pop it if a nigga get the tweaking

We having motion every year, f*ck a season
N****s barely out here eatin', get your weight up lil nigga
I'm a bag winner, real money gettin' n***a
I'm straight up out them trenches, so my hustle a lil' different

You gotta have it in, you can't tell you nothin' different
If you gettin' to the money, then you really feel a nigga
I'm a bag winner, real money gettin' n***a
I'm straight up out them trenches, so my hustle a lil' different

You gotta have it in, you can't tell you nothin' different
If you gettin' to the money, then you really feel a nigga
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Writer: Keymorie Smith
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