Make a Bag (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

Aye, yeah

Bitch I'm exquisite, no cheap shit

Ahead of these bitches, I lead shit

Makin' it pop on some freak shit

You bring it to me

You know I'ma make a bag

And make it twerk, twerk, twerk

Make that bitch jump

You know I'ma make a bag

And make it twerk, twerk, twerk

Make that bitch jump

Ah!

I'm at pappadeuax eating seafood (seafood)

Racks in my pocket and a big tool (big tool)

The shit that I'm rockin' got red on the bottom, hoe

These are no cheap shoes (shoes)

I really be hustlin', I really be thuggin' (I really be thuggin')

I ain't one of these rap dudes (I ain't one of these rap dudes)

Diamonds jumping out the face of the altima

Doing the michael jackson kick move (damn)

I'ma big dog, you a shih tzu

She gone kick the nigga out 'for I come thru (ah)

Yeen ain't been thru what I've been thru

Now I'm up, I'm gone ball like caillou (like caillou)

Ah choo! Bless me

Please don't test me

I won't hesitate to buss the smith and wesson (buss)

Dope boys and some killas in my section (right on, right on)

You a lame, we ain't fuckin' with you peasants (no)

I got big pointer sittin' inside the necklace

Reach for my chain, send yo' ass to heaven

Shoot first, we don't do the second guessin' (hit it now)

Hit his nigga and I bet he get the message (stat)

I'm in a Maserati truck, fishbowl nigga (skrrt, skrrt)

I know they ass seein' me, but I don't see a soul, nigga

I'm at grand luxe eatin' caesar salad with my sugar daddy

Pulled up on me in a big Benz, told me to drive

I told him, let me have it

No time to play with these niggas, huh

After I break 'em, I kick 'em, huh

Told him to put me some ice on my neck

And my ears if he want me to listen, hey huh

He wanna swim in my lap, huh

He tryna get in my snaps, huh

I'm tellin' bitches I've been in my bag

But now I got the wallet to match, huh

He love how I fit in my clothes, huh

He love how I talk, I'ma poet, hey

He told me he think that he fallin' in love

And I told him I'm already knowin', huh

I might balance a bitch on these 'enciagas

I can't see the haters thru these fuckin' pradas

They gone book me cuz I bring the pussy poppers

And the niggas with money that's poppin' bottles

I'ma make a bag and make it twerk

I'm finna run up a bag in a skirt

They checkin' him but the gun in my purse

I'm killin' these hoes and I know that they hurt

Ahh!

Yeah

Bitch I'm exquisite, no cheap shit

Ahead of these bitches, I lead shit

Makin' it pop on some freak shit

You bring it to me

You know I'ma make a bag

And make it twerk, twerk, twerk

Make that bitch jump

You know I'ma make a bag

And make it twerk, twerk, twerk

Make that bitch jump