Bitch, I'm in my bag, I be doing this so often
Talking all that shit, I'll throw your ass up in a coffin
Makin' all these racks
I be blowing all these bands
Yeah I'm married to the money, I'ma book a flight to France
Bitch, I'm in my bag, I be doing this so often
Talking all that shit, I'll throw your ass up in a coffin
Makin' all these racks
I be blowing all these bands
Yeah I'm married to the money, I'ma book a flight to France
You can't catch up (Nah)
Bitch, I'm in my own lane
Okay
Got all of this drip up on my wrist, now I'm not the same
She like to play around, but you know this shit's not a game
Cut off the hoes who made me broke, I don't f*ck with lames
Yeah, you waste my time
Money on my mind
Lil bro I'm on a grind, Yeah
I'ma get this money, yeah you know I'm living good
Designer on my waist, yeah you know I'm looking good
Bitch, I'm in my bag, I be doing this so often
Talking all that shit, I'll throw your ass up in a coffin
Makin' all these racks
I be blowing all these bands
Yeah I'm married to the money, I'ma book a flight to France
Bitch, I'm in my bag, I be doing this so often
Talking all that shit, I'll throw your ass up in a coffin
Makin' all these racks
I be blowing all these bands
Yeah I'm married to the money, I'ma book a flight to France
I be in my bag
I be making stacks
Speaking facts
Had to break her back
Yeah, she know she bad
Call me dad
Pull up, Trinidad
Gas it to the max
In a Benz
Yeah, we cooking up
No time to relax, Oh yeah
Just know that I'ma never f*cking stop
I'ma keep on running running to the guap
I'm finessing on the go, yeah designer head to toe
In my bag, I be cooking, I be making that dough
Bitch, I'm in my bag, I be doing this so often
Talking all that shit, I'll throw your ass up in a coffin
Makin' all these racks
I be blowing all these bands
Yeah I'm married to the money, I'ma book a flight to France
Bitch, I'm in my bag, I be doing this so often
Talking all that shit, I'll throw your ass up in a coffin
Makin' all these racks
I be blowing all these bands
Yeah I'm married to the money, I'ma book a flight to France
Naleac - In My Bag Lyrics
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Bitch, I'm in my bag, I be doing this so often
Talking all that shit, I'll throw your ass up in a coffin
Makin' all these racks
I be blowing all these bands
Yeah I'm married to the money, I'ma book a flight to France
Bitch, I'm in my bag, I be doing this so often
Talking all that shit, I'll throw your ass up in a coffin
Makin' all these racks
I be blowing all these bands
Yeah I'm married to the money, I'ma book a flight to France
You can't catch up (Nah)
Bitch, I'm in my own lane
Okay
Got all of this drip up on my wrist, now I'm not the same
She like to play around, but you know this shit's not a game
Cut off the hoes who made me broke, I don't f*ck with lames
Yeah, you waste my time
Money on my mind
Lil bro I'm on a grind, Yeah
I'ma get this money, yeah you know I'm living good
Designer on my waist, yeah you know I'm looking good
Bitch, I'm in my bag, I be doing this so often
Talking all that shit, I'll throw your ass up in a coffin
Makin' all these racks
I be blowing all these bands
Yeah I'm married to the money, I'ma book a flight to France
Bitch, I'm in my bag, I be doing this so often
Talking all that shit, I'll throw your ass up in a coffin
Makin' all these racks
I be blowing all these bands
Yeah I'm married to the money, I'ma book a flight to France
I be in my bag
I be making stacks
Speaking facts
Had to break her back
Yeah, she know she bad
Call me dad
Pull up, Trinidad
Gas it to the max
In a Benz
Yeah, we cooking up
No time to relax, Oh yeah
Just know that I'ma never f*cking stop
I'ma keep on running running to the guap
I'm finessing on the go, yeah designer head to toe
In my bag, I be cooking, I be making that dough
Bitch, I'm in my bag, I be doing this so often
Talking all that shit, I'll throw your ass up in a coffin
Makin' all these racks
I be blowing all these bands
Yeah I'm married to the money, I'ma book a flight to France
Bitch, I'm in my bag, I be doing this so often
Talking all that shit, I'll throw your ass up in a coffin
Makin' all these racks
I be blowing all these bands
Yeah I'm married to the money, I'ma book a flight to France
Talking all that shit, I'll throw your ass up in a coffin
Makin' all these racks
I be blowing all these bands
Yeah I'm married to the money, I'ma book a flight to France
Bitch, I'm in my bag, I be doing this so often
Talking all that shit, I'll throw your ass up in a coffin
Makin' all these racks
I be blowing all these bands
Yeah I'm married to the money, I'ma book a flight to France
You can't catch up (Nah)
Bitch, I'm in my own lane
Okay
Got all of this drip up on my wrist, now I'm not the same
She like to play around, but you know this shit's not a game
Cut off the hoes who made me broke, I don't f*ck with lames
Yeah, you waste my time
Money on my mind
Lil bro I'm on a grind, Yeah
I'ma get this money, yeah you know I'm living good
Designer on my waist, yeah you know I'm looking good
Bitch, I'm in my bag, I be doing this so often
Talking all that shit, I'll throw your ass up in a coffin
Makin' all these racks
I be blowing all these bands
Yeah I'm married to the money, I'ma book a flight to France
Bitch, I'm in my bag, I be doing this so often
Talking all that shit, I'll throw your ass up in a coffin
Makin' all these racks
I be blowing all these bands
Yeah I'm married to the money, I'ma book a flight to France
I be in my bag
I be making stacks
Speaking facts
Had to break her back
Yeah, she know she bad
Call me dad
Pull up, Trinidad
Gas it to the max
In a Benz
Yeah, we cooking up
No time to relax, Oh yeah
Just know that I'ma never f*cking stop
I'ma keep on running running to the guap
I'm finessing on the go, yeah designer head to toe
In my bag, I be cooking, I be making that dough
Bitch, I'm in my bag, I be doing this so often
Talking all that shit, I'll throw your ass up in a coffin
Makin' all these racks
I be blowing all these bands
Yeah I'm married to the money, I'ma book a flight to France
Bitch, I'm in my bag, I be doing this so often
Talking all that shit, I'll throw your ass up in a coffin
Makin' all these racks
I be blowing all these bands
Yeah I'm married to the money, I'ma book a flight to France
Writer: Caelan Abugan
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