[Intro:]
I just want that bag
Motherfuckin paper
Money over hoes
[?] before Lisas
Hold up
Club god

[Chorus:]
I just want that bag[x3]
I just, I just want that bag
Bitch you keep your pussy cause
I just want that bag
She wan’ fuck on my roof mistletoe
I just want that bag[x2]
Hold up
I just want that bag[x3]
I just, I just want that bag
I don’t want no friend
I just want that bag
One deep in my base
I just want that bag

[Verse 1:]
I just want that bag
The 20s, the 50s, the 100s
You can check your blowin the [?]
Suicide doors i’m stuntin
You got that bag then I fuck wid you
You already K-N-O-W
I can’t trust these bitches
You got the bag these hoes fall in love wit’ you
Want that bag n***a (yeah)
Want that cash n***a (yeah)
Bitch this dick cost three bags
Bring some cash wit you
I’m at the H and I’m leanin (turn up)
I got the check like i’m feenin’
If you was a pussy we’d be matchin
If you got that bag, there’d be action
I can say hoes I get extra
I toss them hoes to the squad
If you got that bag, then she fuckin
I show no love to these broads
I don’t fuck wit you, you not kin to me
Pussy n***a you da enemy
I got that bag so she into me
Say she goin suck this dick, yo you fitna see
[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Focused on my fortune
Cause i just want that bag
Pull up in some porches
Cause I got that dash
I don’t want that boy
Cause he has been had
Treat em like a ho and then
I get back to the cash
Bitches wanna kick it
I don’t fuck with em fake hoes
Fake shoes, fake clothes
You know how the story goes
Smoke a lot of truth, I’m high
Homegirl know I’m by maself
Pinterest wannabe n***as
I’d rather get money all by maself
I just want that guap man
I just want that bag
I don’t give a fuck about the he said, she said
I just want that bag
Old friends fuck em
I give them tricks the blues
They made up something for nothin
And Gucci ain't’ fo fools
[Chorus]