Lyrics Trash Bag - DaBaby

Trash Bag

Yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah
Firzt on the track
Turn up
Pounds in front of me like I’m a hashtag (Hey)
I’m stuffing piles of California weed inside a trash bag (Gang)
I just be counting up like I’m in math class (Woo)
If she adding dollars up, she need a trash bag (Ayy)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, go get the trash bag (oh yeah)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, go get the trash bag (oh yeah)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, go get the trash bag (Yeah)
And I just be counting up like I’m in math class (Oh yeah)
I fell in love with the fast cash (Ayy)
I’m pulling up with a trash bag (Trash bags)
You run the city with bag tags (Bag tags)
We got these fuck niggas mad (Mad)
Whole lotta pain in my heart
I’ma cover it up with the money (Ayy)
I just hung up on a bitch 'cause she lying
She say that she love me (She love me)
They thought I couldn’t go get a bag but I did it
Just me and my niggas (Just me and my niggas)
They counted us out from the very beginning
And now, bitch, we winning (Win)
Turn up
Pounds in front of me like I’m a hashtag (Hey)
I’m stuffing piles of California weed inside a trash bag (Gang)
I just be counting up like I’m in math class (Woo)
If she adding dollars up, she need a trash bag (Ayy)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, go get the trash bag (oh yeah)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, go get the trash bag (oh yeah)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, go get the trash bag (Yeah)
And I just be counting up like I’m in math class (Oh yeah)
Soon that I get off the clock, I’m gonna put in some overtime
(Some overtime)
Don’t gotta ask about the city, them lil' niggas know it’s mine (Blood)
I’m kicking shit with convicted felons
Snuck in the club with two different weapons (Ayy)
Walking around with a trash bag
Somebody help me, it’s getting heavy
I see that these fuck niggas satisfied
Get out my way 'cause I’m hungry (Blah)
Fuck niggas food on the plate (Woo)
Sitting here, rubbing my stomach (Ayy)
Money turned me to a savage (Savage)
These niggas ain’t living like me (No)
I’m cut from a whole different fabric (Ayy)
They know I’m as real as can be (Huh?)
Turn up
Pounds in front of me like I’m a hashtag (Hey)
I’m stuffing piles of California weed inside a trash bag (Gang)
I just be counting up like I’m in math class (Woo)
If she adding dollars up, she need a trash bag (Ayy)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, go get the trash bag (oh yeah)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, go get the trash bag (oh yeah)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, go get the trash bag (Yeah)
And I just be counting up like I’m in math class (Oh yeah)
Oh yeah, oh yeah