LYRICS
作曲 : Coi Leray Collins/Herbert Randall Wright III/Brooklyn Candida Rodriguez/Derrick Miller/Akil King/Jroc
[Verse 1: Coi Leray]
The LV bag got rhinestones on it
These Tiffany bracelets got imported
Diamonds look like Fiji water
This bitch talk loud, think she important
Balenci' tags, they can't afford this
Still got brand new shit in storage
This gas so strong, I'm hearin' voices
Three bitches with me and they all gorgeous
That's four bad bitches (Bad)
Where the function at? (Ugh)
Throw that shit in Magic (Yeah)
Got racks on racks on racks (Ugh)
The money make the pussy wet
Damn right I love a savage
Yeah he thumbin' through that check
I like the lettuce, green, and cabbage
[Chorus: Coi Leray]
Yeah, that money, that bag
That money, that bag
That money, that bag
That money, that money
Yeah, that money, that bag
That money, that bag
That money, that bag
That money, that money
[Verse 2: Bktherula]
Yeah, that money make yo' bitch cheat
That money make yo' bitch cheat
That money make yo' bitch cheat
That money make yo' bitch cheat
Even without that bag, I bag yo' bitch up into next week
Even without that cash, I'm rulin' shit and this you can't beat
The swag, I got a lot on me too
That ass, she shake it on me in the coupe
Big bag, I'm swervin', this bitch got no roof
Maybach, I'm swervin', this bitch got cologne in it
Copped a new pent' with a new throne
Hoes and LVL5 clothes in it
Four pretty bitches with big titties (Chyeah)
And I got the bag to be thrown with it
[Chorus: Coi Leray & G Herbo]
Yeah, that money, that bag
That money, that bag (That bag)
That money, that bag (The bag)
That money, that money (Bag)
Yeah, that money, that bag (That bag)
That money (Money), that bag (That bag)
That money, that bag (Phew)
That money, that money
[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Aye, I'm a sack chaser
**** around make so much in a month, I ain't even gotta stack paper
Hop on a plane, go pick up a duffle and fly to the 'Raq later
Millions, I got all this shit off the muscle
Every nigga with me a piece off the puzzle
I went corporate, my big brother hustle
Run up, get shot in your shit, I don't trust you
Boy, if you ain't one of mine, it's **** you
Touch me and end up dyin', good luck
.40 on me, I ain't tryin' to tussle
I put it all on the line, huh
No, it ain't my first time, what's up?
Pristine watch, all the diamonds flooded
Lift up the wrist, I'ma blind the slut (Phew)
Lately I been gettin' all kind of money
Bitch know I still ain't buyin' her nothin'
Big G-Swerve, I'm ridin' in somethin'
Two, three whips 'bout five, six hunnid
One carat tennis, you know how I'm bomin'
Thick shit with me, they all wanna suck it
Accounts no limit, I don't got a budget
Can't stop spendin', I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it
[Chorus: Coi Leray & G Herbo]
Yeah, that money, that bag (Ayy)
That money, that bag
That money, that bag
That money, that money
Yeah, that money, that bag
That money, that bag
That money, that bag
That money, that money