Future – Bag lyrics

(feat. Yung Bans) (Superfly Soundtrack) [Intro: Future] Band I get the cash and I flip it (yeah) I get the cash and I flip it (yeah) Young nigga getting bands (yeah) Young nigga getting bands I get the cash and I flip it (yeah) I fuck the baddest bitches (yeah) I fuck the baddest bitches [Chorus: Yung Bans] Young nigga scrape that pot (huh) Yeah, skrrt out the lot (huh) I give it all that I got I give it all that I got Life been movin' so fast Yeah, spend this cash (aye) I just been getting to my bag (huh) I just been getting to my bag Me and money we a match Spending shit no attachment Smoke a nigga like a black Get a pussy nigga wacked (aye) Rob a nigga for his dope Lay it up with his hoe Margiela trenchcoat Used to sleep on the floor (huh) [Verse 1: Yung Bans] I went from rags to riches I fuck the baddest bitches I fuck the baddest bitches I get the cash and I flip it I get that weight and remix it Send that shit back True story no cap This shit get deeper than rap I'm the boss of the wire Percocet get me higher Lame nigga getting chopped up Only put trust in my gut Treat it like middle finger, fuck you Treat it like middle finger, fuck you These niggas sweet like a muffin He talking crazy, I touch em [Chorus: Yung Bans] Young nigga scrape that pot (huh) Yeah, skrrt out the lot (huh) I give it all that I got I give it all that I got Life been movin' so fast Yeah, spend this cash (aye) I just been getting to my bag (huh) I just been getting to my bag Me and money we a match Spending shit no attachment Smoke a nigga like a black Get a pussy nigga wacked (aye) Rob a nigga for his dope Lay it up with his hoe Margiela trenchcoat Used to sleep on the floor (huh) [Verse 2: Future] Scraping the pot like a chef More official than a ref Chinchilla when I step Glock 40 take your breath Rob a nigga for his hoe Then I put her on a boat Get some throat in a Ghost Your main bitch call me GOAT The greatest of all times Keep a stable full of dimes My bag Chanel, No. 9 I keep them bands on my mind I fell in love with the bag yeah Bloody red on my mink I count it up with two hands Took a pill it was pink Double g, double c Water running like a sea Go get your diamond tester Everything turn green I get the cash and I flip it, yeah Claiming the baddest bitches, yeah Get you smoked like a black, yeah Get a pussy nigga wacked [Chorus: Yung Bans] Young nigga scrape that pot (huh) Yeah, skrrt out the lot (huh) I give it all that I got I give it all that I got Life been movin' so fast Yeah, spend this cash (aye) I just been getting to my bag (huh) I just been getting to my bag Me and money we the match Spending shit no attachment Smoke a nigga like a black Get a pussy nigga wacked (aye) Rob a nigga for his dope Lay it up with his hoe Margiela trenchcoat Used to sleep on the floor (huh) [Outro: Future] Young nigga scrape out the pot I give it all that I got Young nigga flex to the top I skrrt skrrt off the lot Explain Request ×

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