In My Bag Lyrics

ay yo im standing in my crib
smoking on the roof
tryna figure out how 2 turn one into a two
keep my mind on dollar signs yeah im bout my loot
dont giva fuck about a bitch and cant give a fuck about u
ridin thru the city and im with ya main bitch
she give that A1 head and she can take it
when they try and kiss me tell em bitches i dont like that
honestly i fuck em 2 times and send em right back
aint got no time for hoes yeah about my money
fuck i look like chasing you around yeah girl you funny
the way you females work is why i dont trust you
been with your man 8 years and you let me fuck you
man this shit is sad coz i met the bitch today
maybe she in love coz i gta have some face
or maybe she in love coz she see im getting paid
she want the best of both worlds guess ill take the blame

yeah im in my bag they see im in my bag
got the bitches yellin im the best they ever had
riding through the city keep a pistol in my lap
and i aint tryna talk unless you talking bout the cash
im bout the money i thought i told you
i been really getn too it let me show you
ima bag the work that shit is old boy
im busy counting four kay for one show boy
im putting on i gotta get it listen i aint got no choice
aint my fault that my music get your bitch pussy moist
that jail time that what we tryna avoid
they tryd to give me 10 years as a savage young boy
i had too switch shit up coz my life was destroyed
im tryna get them m & ms like i was in detroit
i trap shit they look me up see that aint got no point
coz i stashed more bricks in the wall than fuckn pink floyd
i gotta get it aint got no choice i been riding with them toys
back then cops and robbers now you die from the noise
keep a tooly on my waist give a fuck what you say
all i know is play these hoes and all i know is get that cash
yeah im in my bag they see im in my bag
got the bitches yellin im the best they ever had
riding through the city keep a pistol in my lap
and i aint tryna talk unless you talking bout the cash
Lyrics Submitted by Troy