Walk inside my closet nothing but many tags
Open up my garage it’s bigger then ya pad
You see my bitch dawg I don’t mean to brag
But all that shits a given when you gettin to da bag


And I been gettin to dat bag n***a
I been gettin to dat bag
I been gettin to dat bag n***a
I been gettin to dat bag


Man I been gettin to dat bag
One of the fewest
Swerving under influence
Wood stuffed wit nothing but fuel in it


Huge trucks we be movin it
Drippin, drippin everything on me expensive
Whippin, whippin u see SS in da stitchin
In the kitchen naw I ain’t cookin but my bitch is


Shrimp grits cheese eggs gravy wit the biscuits
Stop playin man u n***as fraud
Bitch u see dez diamonds shining thru the fog
She see da Louie buckle right before she take it off

She know I hustle like there ain’t no laws
That’s why she suck it like she breakin jaws
Don’t tell me what to do if u ain’t did the shit
Yeah that rappin shit is cool but did u live that shit


If not then we don’t really give a shit
You gettin money that’s a bet I’m tryna get it wit
Walk inside my closet nothing but many tags
Open up my garage it’s bigger then ya pad


You see my bitch I don’t mean to brag
But all that shits a given
When you gettin to da bag
And I been gettin to dat bag n***a


I been gettin to dat bag
I been gettin to dat bag n***a
I been gettin to dat bag
I been gettin to dat bag


I done been in my bag I ain’t changed yet
Bitch I’m still in the streets I ain’t changed yet
Hop out on the oops get to bangin that
Bitch been grillin the beats

I got dead n***as in my pocket
Bitch I got plenty bodies
Don’t give a fuck bitch who u round
I’m shooting at everybody


Headfirst in the streets I done dived in
Jump straight in that water the deep end
I was up in the trap servin dope fiends
23 had a glauc wit a green beam


I got balenis on my feet traded in my foamposites
They wanna book me for a show
I told em send deposits
10 bands that’s just for a walk thru


20k who u want me to talk to
Bad bitch I be fuckin in the green room
Get my backend then I jump in a hellcat
My killa’s be trappin hit the plug and they mail that


That jugga be clapping that bitch got kick back
Knock the last n***a shit back
Walk inside my closet
Nothing but many tags

Open up my garage it’s bigger then ya pad
You see my bitch I don’t mean to brag
But all that shits a given
When you gettin to da bag


And I been gettin to dat bag n***a
I been gettin to dat bag
I been gettin to dat bag n***a
I been gettin to dat bag


Man I been gettin to dat bag
Five whips all of em tinted
Pink slips none of em rented
Rubber grip clip is extended


Say sumn slick and lip getting splitted boy
Don’t tempt I’m ready stuff the bricks in a Chevy
Bust em down and tell the money get in my belly
They see me on a roll they tend to get jelly


And I got murder on my mind YMN Melly
I’m killin the game on the field in the rain
They ain’t believe it at first
Now they feelin the pain


I floss big shit
I pay every bill in my name
She on my dick dick
She say she don’t like chillin wit lame


Everybody on my payroll
Got whips, cribs and bankrolls
Sipping Champagne eating good at they table
Foreign clothes ha who made those


Foreign cash run them pesos
Walk inside my closet
Nothing but many tags
Open up my garage it’s bigger then ya pad


You see my bitch I don’t mean to brag
But all that shits a given
When you gettin to da bag
And I been gettin to dat bag n***a


I been gettin to dat bag
I been gettin to dat bag n***a
I been gettin to dat bag
Man I been gettin to dat bag