Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Secure The Bag, artist - Ceraadi. Date of issue: 22.10.2020
Song language: English
Secure The Bag |
| Ooh, ooh-ooh |
| Bank Roll Got It |
| We just secured bag (Bag) |
| I’m seein' why all you hoes mad (Mad) |
| All of y’all talkin that rah-rah |
| But we out here countin' that cash (Cash) |
| We out here runnin' up bands (Bands) |
| We too hot catchin' a tan (Too hot) |
| I guess that’s why all you hoes hatin' |
| I call 'em my number one fans |
| Makin this money, I’m makin' a lot |
| Baby ain’t nothin' you can say |
| Bitch feelin' cocky and shit |
| Can you stop stalkin' a bitch? |
| Me and my sis, yeah we both gettin' rich |
| Now I get to flex |
| I get to talk about alla these checks |
| I might go buy me an icy Patek |
| That’s what you haters gon' talk about next |
| Ooh she upset, why so upset? |
| 'Cause I got diamonds all over my neck |
| We flying private to come and collect |
| Slide through your city securing the bag |
| Don’t talk juice, can’t talk back |
| Where my money? |
| Cash app that |
| Damn you mad, why you mad? |
| Ooh yo face look so upset |
| Go cut the check, woo |
| Go cut the check |
| Got a bitch gettin' upset |
| For these bands I gave a arm and leg |
| Man I’m just healin' from that |
| Say you got drip, you ain’t drip like that |
| Claimin' you lit, you ain’t lit like that |
| Bet you ain’t know I can spit like that |
| Yeah, I’m a princess, princess sis |
| Princess, princess sis |
| I have the diamond, she kneelin' for me |
| Get what I want and I do what I please |
| I had to work and get all of this money |
| Man me and sister we came from the streets |
| You can’t return us so keep your receipts |
| Went from the bucket to caramel seats |
| All of these niggas they just tryna hit |
| But you cannot finesse me to get in the sheets |
| But I pull off, pack up the goodies, they need to cool off |
| Now you regret, how you feel? |
| That’s ya loss |
| Thought I was fly I was shoppin' at Ross |
| Now we in Rolls Royce cars |
| And we got all dat sauce |
| And I ain’t takin' no phone calls |
| Until we get all of ours |
| Shit, shit gettin' crazy |
| It be gettin' outta hand lately |
| Money keep comin' and never fugazy |
| Keep your two cents, save all that shit |
| Must be the reason you little girls be hatin' |
| We 'bout to run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up now |
| Watch how we fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up now, uh |
| I don’t give a fuck, Louis V chucks |
| Big Mercedes, spendin' big bucks |
| Switch your plans, gig advance |
| We Ceraadi, who fuckin' with us? |
| I don’t give a fuck, Louis V chucks |
| Big Mercedes, spendin' big bucks |
| Switch your plans, gig advance |
| We Ceraadi, who fuckin' with us? |
| We just secured bag (Bag) |
| I’m seein' why all you hoes mad (Mad) |
| All of y’all talkin that rah-rah |
| But we out here countin' that cash (Cash) |
| We just secured bag (Bag) |
| I’m seein' why all you hoes mad (Mad) |
| I’m seein' why all you hoes mad (Mad) |
| I’m seein' why all you hoes mad (Mad) |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh |