Bagg

I got the streets

I got the juice

I got the b*****s, I got the drank, I got the coup

I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes

I got the strap, I got the hitters

Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!

I got the money (first you get the money)

I got the power (then you get the power)

We got the streets (hey, hey!)

Because they ours (uh-huh!)

I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag

'Bout to go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag

Go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag, hey!

What is that question you asked?

What is in my bookbag?

That's just a whole lot of cash

Or that's just a whole lot of swag

I just got back from England

I just made a mil in three months

I just smoked an ounce in three blunts

I pour lean in my grape blue punch

I never had sex so I stunt, flex

Half a million dollars worth of jewelry on while I'm havin' sex

Real street niggas playin' with paper

So I do it for the streets, **** a hater

Yeah I threw the money on a stripper ho

But later on that night I ****ed a waiter

'Bout to go spend me a bag

I'm 'bout to go spend me a bag

I'm 'bout to go **** on your b***h

Take her overseas with me, she in first class

I'm 'bout to go spend me a bag

I'm 'bout to go spend me a bag

Boy that's a whole lot of swag

Gucci Timberlands with the matching rag

I got the streets

I got the juice

I got the b*****s, I got the drank, I got the coup

I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes

I got the strap, I got the hitters

Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!

I got the money (first you get the money)

I got the power (then you get the power)

We got the streets (hey, hey!)

Because they ours (uh-huh!)

I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag

'Bout to go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag

Go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag, hey!

I got the youth, I got the Benz

Was gon' cop Bentley but then I got Maybach

That boy ain't no soldier, he act like Pat Sajak

A nigga so fresh that I smell just like Ajax

Ooh, I got the bag

I got the swag in a box filled with tags

Show off my riches 'cause I came from rags

Jacksonville shawty, my niggas drive a Jag

Niggas run up, on my soul he'll get dragged

I spend a whole lotta, Uzi scarf rap like I came from Al-Qaeda

**** the rap game, I do not need no writers

I know the shooters and hang with the fighters

One kilo dab, I pipe up more than Ryu

Piper viper viper, my bro keep a sniper

Pop pop at your top

**** around and run it up like I'm Guap

Ay, never gon' stop

Lil Boat take your worst day to the chop shop

Over there on the east block

He lives the thug life just like Pac

I live the good life, I'm the don

Young enough to be your mama's son

But some hire mama's sons

Still a nigga signing, **** her older son

Shout out Zaya, got my neck and wrist on pawn

I got the streets

I got the juice

I got the b*****s, I got the drank, I got the coup

I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes

I got the strap, I got the hitters

Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!

I got the money (first you get the money)

I got the power (then you get the power)

We got the streets (hey, hey!)

Because they ours (uh-huh!)

I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag

'Bout to go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag

Go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag, hey!

I pull up smokin' out the bag

I'm 'bout to go spend a bag

I count that money real fast

I wonder if that's her real ass

I'm on the E-way doin' the dash

All this ice on me looking like glass

These niggas they love me like Shaft

In the trap I perfected my craft

Told you niggas ain't real as us

Told you niggas ain't seeing us

Lost a quarter mil re'ing up

Niggas too slow, ain't keeping up

Sipping on Actavis

Drinking me a c*****e daiquiri

Showed up late but fa*******onably

Every week is fa*******on week, yeah

Need a bad b***h that set it off like Jada

I don't wanna ****, I want you to hold my sack, I'll pay you

In Pappadeaux eating alligator

My favorite app is a calculator

Damn, I think I might go spend me a bag today my nigga

I got the streets

I got the juice

I got the b*****s, I got the drank, I got the coup

I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes

I got the strap, I got the hitters

Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!

I got the money (first you get the money)

I got the power (then you get the power)

We got the streets (hey, hey!)

Because they ours (uh-huh!)

I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag

'Bout to go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag

Go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag, hey!