I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag lil bitch
F*cking a bad lil bitch
Going too fast lil bitch
Better wear a mask lil bitch
'Cause I'm in my bag
I'm in my Louis duffle bag
Saw it the whole time coming
Motherf*ckers better run from that
I making so much damn money
That I don't gotta brag
So much money bitch
I'm a lumberjack
So much money so much paper
I can't even listen to haters
I'm stuck on the road and them hoes can't get in
Parked up in a big white Benz
Rocking Vlone, I don't need no friends
I don't even make amends
Y'all know what we be on
Molly got me rolling and rolling again
Swear that I'm tilted
Score points like Wilt did
My chain solid gold while
Yours is just gilded
Hop in the booth
Just to go kill it
Trae Young, Atlanta
Act like a villain
We too damn icy
Going to drop me a hundred
Take a flight across the globe
We going to land in London
Took a flight to D.R.
Know we got it bussin
Feeling right enjoy the show
'Cause the game is what we running
Don't get it twisted
We do it big in this bitch
The price of my time couldn't fit on the wrist
F*ck you mean, you know Mateen
Laundro AKA Mr. Clean
Mr. way they peeped me
When it was weeks with dirty sheets
Sike
It's an incredible amount of blue face bands on me
Might cough on the mic
Think I'm going to build me a throne made out of my stats
'Cause I wanna feel like a ruler
Then I might sit my rich ass down
You looking small like Hasbulla
You got a big bag of air
And I got a big bag full of guala
Bitch, I'm a Chicago bear
And you, pussies looking like Koalas
Catch me riding in Impalas
Purple like a Balla
Probably wouldn't call her
Put that on wallah
Pull up on your bitch say, hello
Shorty booty bouncing like it was jello
Smoking on Backwoods and not a 'rello
Big bag like it's holding a cello
She rocking a sundress it was yellow
I should've been wanting me a new medal
On wallah, on wallah, on wallah, on wallah
Bitch, I put that on wallah
Bitch, I put that on wallah
Brand new Benz it's coming in
I put that hoe in a Cullinan
If I see money I'm coming in
If I see racks then I'm coming in
Oh shit
I just did it again
These hoes be f*cking for rent
Bitch, I wouldn't pay you a cent
All you got busted nails and credit card debt
I pulled up in a brand new private jet
Bitch, I'm a giant so I said f*ck the Jets
I can't be saving no hoes I'm not Clark Kent
Banco, tell 'em
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag lil bitch
F*cking a bad lil bitch
Going to fast lil bitch
Better wear a mask lil bitch
'Cause I'm in my bag
I'm in my Louis duffle bag
Saw it the whole time coming
Motherf*ckers better run from that
I make so much damn money
That I don't gotta brag
So much money bitch
I'm a lumberjack
La Fenddi & SebCa$hin - Louis Duffle Bag (feat. Shoeboy Q & Laundro) Lyrics
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I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag lil bitch
F*cking a bad lil bitch
Going too fast lil bitch
Better wear a mask lil bitch
'Cause I'm in my bag
I'm in my Louis duffle bag
Saw it the whole time coming
Motherf*ckers better run from that
I making so much damn money
That I don't gotta brag
So much money bitch
I'm a lumberjack
So much money so much paper
I can't even listen to haters
I'm stuck on the road and them hoes can't get in
Parked up in a big white Benz
Rocking Vlone, I don't need no friends
I don't even make amends
Y'all know what we be on
Molly got me rolling and rolling again
Swear that I'm tilted
Score points like Wilt did
My chain solid gold while
Yours is just gilded
Hop in the booth
Just to go kill it
Trae Young, Atlanta
Act like a villain
We too damn icy
Going to drop me a hundred
Take a flight across the globe
We going to land in London
Took a flight to D.R.
Know we got it bussin
Feeling right enjoy the show
'Cause the game is what we running
Don't get it twisted
We do it big in this bitch
The price of my time couldn't fit on the wrist
F*ck you mean, you know Mateen
Laundro AKA Mr. Clean
Mr. way they peeped me
When it was weeks with dirty sheets
Sike
It's an incredible amount of blue face bands on me
Might cough on the mic
Think I'm going to build me a throne made out of my stats
'Cause I wanna feel like a ruler
Then I might sit my rich ass down
You looking small like Hasbulla
You got a big bag of air
And I got a big bag full of guala
Bitch, I'm a Chicago bear
And you, pussies looking like Koalas
Catch me riding in Impalas
Purple like a Balla
Probably wouldn't call her
Put that on wallah
Pull up on your bitch say, hello
Shorty booty bouncing like it was jello
Smoking on Backwoods and not a 'rello
Big bag like it's holding a cello
She rocking a sundress it was yellow
I should've been wanting me a new medal
On wallah, on wallah, on wallah, on wallah
Bitch, I put that on wallah
Bitch, I put that on wallah
Brand new Benz it's coming in
I put that hoe in a Cullinan
If I see money I'm coming in
If I see racks then I'm coming in
Oh shit
I just did it again
These hoes be f*cking for rent
Bitch, I wouldn't pay you a cent
All you got busted nails and credit card debt
I pulled up in a brand new private jet
Bitch, I'm a giant so I said f*ck the Jets
I can't be saving no hoes I'm not Clark Kent
Banco, tell 'em
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag lil bitch
F*cking a bad lil bitch
Going to fast lil bitch
Better wear a mask lil bitch
'Cause I'm in my bag
I'm in my Louis duffle bag
Saw it the whole time coming
Motherf*ckers better run from that
I make so much damn money
That I don't gotta brag
So much money bitch
I'm a lumberjack
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag lil bitch
F*cking a bad lil bitch
Going too fast lil bitch
Better wear a mask lil bitch
'Cause I'm in my bag
I'm in my Louis duffle bag
Saw it the whole time coming
Motherf*ckers better run from that
I making so much damn money
That I don't gotta brag
So much money bitch
I'm a lumberjack
So much money so much paper
I can't even listen to haters
I'm stuck on the road and them hoes can't get in
Parked up in a big white Benz
Rocking Vlone, I don't need no friends
I don't even make amends
Y'all know what we be on
Molly got me rolling and rolling again
Swear that I'm tilted
Score points like Wilt did
My chain solid gold while
Yours is just gilded
Hop in the booth
Just to go kill it
Trae Young, Atlanta
Act like a villain
We too damn icy
Going to drop me a hundred
Take a flight across the globe
We going to land in London
Took a flight to D.R.
Know we got it bussin
Feeling right enjoy the show
'Cause the game is what we running
Don't get it twisted
We do it big in this bitch
The price of my time couldn't fit on the wrist
F*ck you mean, you know Mateen
Laundro AKA Mr. Clean
Mr. way they peeped me
When it was weeks with dirty sheets
Sike
It's an incredible amount of blue face bands on me
Might cough on the mic
Think I'm going to build me a throne made out of my stats
'Cause I wanna feel like a ruler
Then I might sit my rich ass down
You looking small like Hasbulla
You got a big bag of air
And I got a big bag full of guala
Bitch, I'm a Chicago bear
And you, pussies looking like Koalas
Catch me riding in Impalas
Purple like a Balla
Probably wouldn't call her
Put that on wallah
Pull up on your bitch say, hello
Shorty booty bouncing like it was jello
Smoking on Backwoods and not a 'rello
Big bag like it's holding a cello
She rocking a sundress it was yellow
I should've been wanting me a new medal
On wallah, on wallah, on wallah, on wallah
Bitch, I put that on wallah
Bitch, I put that on wallah
Brand new Benz it's coming in
I put that hoe in a Cullinan
If I see money I'm coming in
If I see racks then I'm coming in
Oh shit
I just did it again
These hoes be f*cking for rent
Bitch, I wouldn't pay you a cent
All you got busted nails and credit card debt
I pulled up in a brand new private jet
Bitch, I'm a giant so I said f*ck the Jets
I can't be saving no hoes I'm not Clark Kent
Banco, tell 'em
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag
I'm in my bag lil bitch
F*cking a bad lil bitch
Going to fast lil bitch
Better wear a mask lil bitch
'Cause I'm in my bag
I'm in my Louis duffle bag
Saw it the whole time coming
Motherf*ckers better run from that
I make so much damn money
That I don't gotta brag
So much money bitch
I'm a lumberjack
Writer: Amir Taha, Marques Reyes, Mateen Atassi, Sebastian Medina
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid