When I wake up baby, I get right to the bag
F*ckin with me then I might just beat your ass
Since a youngin I been stuntin in the trap
If I rob you, you'll know I don't use a mask
Bag it up, wrap it up really fast
I just count the cash, sit back & laugh
All these haters salty man they really mad
You the type to make a milli & still be sad
We ain't f*ckin with you man you way too broke
Ain't got shit to throw in but you wanna smoke
Since a youngin I had to get it on my own
F*ck a pole boy, I'll shoot you with a bow
We can throw bones but boy I swear you too slow
Fresh bands in my hands, my cake ain't old
Ask any G payin cash the way to go
We ain't alike at all, that's cause you do not smoke
When I wake up baby, I get right to the bag
F*ckin with me then I might just beat your ass
Since a youngin I been stuntin in the trap
If I rob you, you'll know I don't use a mask
Bag it up, wrap it up really fast
I just count the cash, sit back & laugh
All these haters salty man they really mad
You the type to make a milli & still be sad
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When I wake up baby, I get right to the bag
F*ckin with me then I might just beat your ass
Since a youngin I been stuntin in the trap
If I rob you, you'll know I don't use a mask
Bag it up, wrap it up really fast
I just count the cash, sit back & laugh
All these haters salty man they really mad
You the type to make a milli & still be sad
We ain't f*ckin with you man you way too broke
Ain't got shit to throw in but you wanna smoke
Since a youngin I had to get it on my own
F*ck a pole boy, I'll shoot you with a bow
We can throw bones but boy I swear you too slow
Fresh bands in my hands, my cake ain't old
Ask any G payin cash the way to go
We ain't alike at all, that's cause you do not smoke
When I wake up baby, I get right to the bag
F*ckin with me then I might just beat your ass
Since a youngin I been stuntin in the trap
If I rob you, you'll know I don't use a mask
Bag it up, wrap it up really fast
I just count the cash, sit back & laugh
All these haters salty man they really mad
You the type to make a milli & still be sad
F*ckin with me then I might just beat your ass
Since a youngin I been stuntin in the trap
If I rob you, you'll know I don't use a mask
Bag it up, wrap it up really fast
I just count the cash, sit back & laugh
All these haters salty man they really mad
You the type to make a milli & still be sad
We ain't f*ckin with you man you way too broke
Ain't got shit to throw in but you wanna smoke
Since a youngin I had to get it on my own
F*ck a pole boy, I'll shoot you with a bow
We can throw bones but boy I swear you too slow
Fresh bands in my hands, my cake ain't old
Ask any G payin cash the way to go
We ain't alike at all, that's cause you do not smoke
When I wake up baby, I get right to the bag
F*ckin with me then I might just beat your ass
Since a youngin I been stuntin in the trap
If I rob you, you'll know I don't use a mask
Bag it up, wrap it up really fast
I just count the cash, sit back & laugh
All these haters salty man they really mad
You the type to make a milli & still be sad
Writer: Joseph Swerve
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