[Verse 1: Peezy]
I'm in my bag on 'em, best year of my life but I don't brag on it
Fifty thousand, all hundreds got a bag on me
Out in LA ballin' hard feel like Nash on 'em
Before the Eddie V's, I used to grab Coney
Two thousand for the jeans now that's swag homie
If you seen what I seen then you'd understand
I'm a crack baby I was trained to use pots and pans
Seeing my momma gettin' high made me become a man
Daddy used to have them birds bitch, now I'm the man
If the money ain't right we gotta count again
Can't afford to let you short me, I take care of my whole fam
And my whole neighborhood depending on me
Gucci jogger, newest Js got it blending on me
Speeding in the hellcat with your tenderoni
We ain't gotta go to Captain J's I got chicken on me, bitch

[Chorus: Peezy]
These n***as don't want no bag
No these n***as don't want no bag, yeah
Man these n***as don't got no swag
Man these n***as don't got no swag yeah
These n***as don't want no bag, yeah
No these n***as don't want no bag, yeah
Man these n***as don't got no swag
Man these n***as don't got no swag yeah
[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
N***as swagless, rubberband then record it and tag your bitch
If they pressure you and push you, ain't got no strength
I was doing shit you couldn't, I ain't had no chips
Life is short so you know I'm living mad like mitch
Get a hitter then I leave, ghost ride your bitch
Gotta have at least a G just to rock my kicks
Bending quarters with a dub trying to buy my key
Percocets got me in my feelings
Being down got me into dealing
Throw the money in the shoebox
I'm trying to stack them bitches to the ceiling, yeah
These n***as don't want no bag
Had the torch now he doing bad, damn
Turn a thousand into a ten like a damn scam
Tryna get rich and take care of the whole family

[Chorus: Peezy]
No these n***as don't want no bag, yeah
Man these n***as don't want no bag, yeah
Man these n***as don't got no swag
Man these n***as don't got no swag yeah
These n***as don't want no bag, yeah
No these n***as don't want no bag, yeah
Man these n***as don't got no swag
Man these n***as don't got no swag yeah
[Verse 3: Team Eastside Lil P]
Ay, Big P i'm in my bag too
Fuck hoe's that can't swoop
Rock ice and cash coupes
Like Lou I'll buy your bitch a bag too
Spend spring break in the O, not no Cancun
Expensive n***a rocking shit that I can't pronounce
Givenchy T, Hudson jeans. paid poking out
Balling out, pussy n***as I can stall 'em out
When in doubt all these bitches i'ma dog 'em out
But I'm dripping on her, baby how you love that?
Know where the drugs at, n***a where the plugs at?
Need fo' five for the oranges ain't no lunch shake
Been getting off on a bitch since a rugrat, n***a

[Chorus: Peezy]
These n***as don't want no bag
Man these n***as don't want no bag, yeah
Man these n***as don't got no swag, yeah
Man these n***as don't got no swag
Man these n***as don't want no bag, yeah
Man these n***as don't want no bag, yeah
Man these n***as don't got no swag
Man these n***as don't got no swag yeah