Brown Bag

歌詞

Zaytoven Baking soda on the counter J's at the door I got bails in the attic Money in the floor Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope Baking soda on the counter J's at the door I got bails in the attic Money in the floor Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope Yo Ain't no credit when you shop with me You want some credit, leave your car with me I tell my bitch she gon' go far with me But she may have to take a charge for me Baking soda in the 'fridgerator I got money, that shit come with haters What you want, what you need I got pounds, I got keys I got Goyard, that's a bag Go hard for the bag I got no heart, I'm heartless For the bag, I'm retarded Birkin bag with the crocodile Yeah my bitch been around I gave my bitch a real bag I got faith she gon' hold it down Baking soda on the counter J's at the door I got bails in the attic Money in the floor Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope Baking soda on the counter J's at the door I got bails in the attic Money in the floor Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope Yo Why the trap smell like onions What's that loud odor I've been sackin' brown bags like I work at Kroger Not concerned with no payment nigga, what the total I jumped out my Bentley coupe into a Toyota Seatbelt, rental car trafficking Blood on my diamonds, bitch I'm African Quit puttin' your bag on that 'gram, boy that real life You'll have them feds and them robbers at you, real life I put my money in the ground and molded Put my trust in a nigga and he folded Can't believe that nigga took the stand and told Fuck your bitch in the trap [?] Baking soda on the counter J's at the door I got bails in the attic Money in the floor Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope Baking soda on the counter J's at the door I got bails in the attic Money in the floor Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope Yo