Maez301 – Grab A Bag lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, ay, ay, ay
Yuh Maez

[Hook]
Now if we ain't talking money, I don't talk much
Skrrt, skrrt, car service, I don't walk much, yeah
I might run to chase the money, grab a bag
If she front, then she's a dummy, take her bag
Louis on me head to toe, you see I'm dripping in this
Smoking on some medical and it is hitting
And then all my niggas trying to go so don't get smack
All yo' bitches rated zero, my bitch the max
Came up out the block, I'm hot and I'm really living now
Still ducking Feds, dodging opps, ain't too much different now
Roll right down your block like I own it, I'm really on it
If you got a problem, meet me outside, do you really want it?
Yeah, 'member rocking two pairs of jeans yeah
Now I'm rocking Fendi on my queen yeah
'Member needing change, begging please yeah
Now I spend a thousand on some lean yeah
Now I pull up in the drop, now I slip on those g flops
Now that she say that she love me
I tell her to stop and jugging me top, yeah
Still might pull up with the Glock, yeah
Fuck around, you might get popped, yeah
Fuck a gun, you could get dropped, yeah
Fuck a gun, you could get robbed, yeah
Smoking on nothing but flock, yeah
Free all day young nigga flock, yeah
Soon as I drop, watch 'em flock, yeah
'Cause I got the rest shit on lock, yeah
Said I got the rest shit on lock, yeah
Yo' bitch is ratchet as fuck, yeah
All she do party and talk, yeah
All she do party and talk

[Hook]
Now if we ain't talking money, I don't talk much
Skrrt, skrrt, car service, I don't walk much, yeah
I might run to chase the money, grab a bag
If she front, then she's a dummy, take her bag
Louis on me head to toe, you see I'm dripping in this
Smoking on some medical and it is hitting
And then all my niggas trying to go so don't get smack
All yo' bitches rated zero, my bitch the max
Came up out the block, I'm hot and I'm really living now
Still ducking Feds, dodging opps, ain't too much different now
Roll right down your block like I own it, I'm really on it
If you got a problem, meet me outside, do you really want it?
Yeah, 'member rocking two pairs of jeans yeah
Now I'm rocking Fendi on my queen yeah
'Member needing change, begging please yeah
Now I spend a thousand on some lean yeah
Now I pull up in the drop, now I slip on those g flops
Now that she say that she love me
I tell her to stop and jugging me top, yeah
Still might pull up with the Glock, yeah
Fuck around, you might get popped, yeah
Fuck a gun, you could get dropped, yeah
Fuck a gun, you could get robbed, yeah
Smoking on nothing but flock, yeah
Free all day young nigga flock, yeah
Soon as I drop, watch 'em flock, yeah
'Cause I got the rest shit on lock, yeah
Said I got the rest shit on lock, yeah
Yo' bitch is ratchet as fuck, yeah
All she do party and talk, yeah
All she do party and talk