Pouch

I work, I grind, I make that bag

I search, I find, I take that bag

I work, I grind, I make that bag

I search, I find, I take that bag

26 shows sold out, now I know I'm cut out

Always gonna pull out, wait wait wait

I'm a trendsetter, no-one really better

Flaming like a pepper, yeah ofcourse I lay the pressure

Hunting for a bigger bag, after all the pray

Hundreds on my plate, yeah I hit that buffet

Baby got some money, it ain't really cliché

Went dummy for couple years and now it's time to play

Couple more cities that I think I shut down on the world tour

Yeah I've seen all of it

30K merch in a month, my money come in lumps

Might spazz and tryna sell bib

Wrist so cold think I need mints

Whole wardrobe be filled with free fits

Imma pull up on your girl but she tryna spend my shit

So I ditch her real quick, oh boy I feel slick

I work, I grind, I make that bag

I search, I find, I take that bag

Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag

Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag

Bitch I'm a baby, got huggies on my fits

Yeah I'm not grown up but my cradle gotta drip

Why yo bitch, wanna give me couple licks (yeah)

Wanna flex up, put a diamond on my wrist

No records, only hits, that's some big facts

She a misfit, come and get your bitch back

I was never sign shit, shred the contract

Always getting digits, never have to subtract

Check up on the growth rate, lady need to hydrate, said she want a dick date

4 point bank rate, money made me fixate, bitch I ain't a lightweight

Peso or the queso, getting rich yeah, if you say so

Bitch I like my bread, buy my feelo, like I'm play-dough

I work, I grind, I make that bag

I search, I find, I take that bag

Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag

Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag