Hand In My Bag

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

Hold up (skrrt), spinning (skrrt)

Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning

Real niggas in the building

Winning, winning, winning, winning

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

Hold up (skrrt), spinning (skrrt)

Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning

Real niggas in the building

Winning, winning, winning, winning

I put my hand in my bag, I know these niggas is mad

My bitch is looking too bad, we just keep popping these tags

They keep on calling my phone, last year I ain't have a home

Now I got bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches, I do what I want

Sit on the throne, I am a king, baby, I'm gone

Try to catch up with a nigga, but it's not gon' happen 'cause, baby, I wanna be 'lone

Too much drip, too much drip when I walk through

And my rollie looking icy, I got hunnids, yeah, they blue

Now when I go to the club, these bitches they wanna fuck

This shit too easy, I swear, I'ma kill it, I'ma kill it this year

Yeah, you know the villain is here, yeah, I ain't got nothing to fear

Yeah, get the fuck out of my bag 'cause I ain't got I ain't got nothing to share

I put my hand in my bag, I put my hand on her ass

I told her give me a dance, then she pulled all on my pants

And she finessed all my bands, told her go out to the van

'Cause I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, yeah

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

Hold up (skrrt), spinning (skrrt)

Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning

Real niggas in the building

Winning, winning, winning, winning

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

Hold up (skrrt), spinning (skrrt)

Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning

Real niggas in the building

Winning, winning, winning, winning

Winning, winning, winning, winning

Money stacking to the ceilings, yeah, ah

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, yeah, whoa

I just wanna see you naked

Yeah, whoa, I don't know why they been hating on me

I don't know car drive, I got too many foreigns inside

All I know is these dollar signs, I got bitches, yeah, they hit my line

I don't wanna ride and waste no time, gotta get it, gotta get it, no crime

They know it's us, bentley truck, too many bitches, they loving up

Gotta look good for the camera, I know these niggas they mad at us

Dying hard, it's a jersey, I know these niggas they heard me

Pull up I'm making them nervous, I got something that's gon' hurt 'em

Look at her wrist, look at her neck, look at my fit, cost me a girp

You ain't got money, so why is you hating, my nigga? Just get off my dick

I put my hand in my bag, I put my hand on her ass

I told her give me a dance, then she pulled all on my pants

And she finessed all my bands, told her go out to the van

'Cause I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, yeah

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

Hold up (skrrt), spinning (skrrt)

Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning

Real niggas in the building

Winning, winning, winning, winning

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

I put my hand in my bag (hey)

Hold up (skrrt), spinning (skrrt)

Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning

Real niggas in the building

Winning, winning, winning, winning