Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Throw It In The Bag, artist - French Montana. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Throw It In The Bag |
| Bass lines and cars anything fast |
| Humping on my leg, yo, mind my fucking glass |
| Makin' money last, hide it in a flask |
| Sound of a bomb drops, throw it in the bag |
| Make your money last, hide it in the back |
| Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in tha bag |
| Bass lines and cars anything fast |
| Know who I am, I run this fuckin' club |
| Bass lines and cars anything fast |
| Humping on my leg, yo, mind my fucking glass |
| Makin' money last, hide it in a flask |
| Sound of a bomb drops, throw it in the bag |
| Make your money last, hide it in the back |
| Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in tha bag |
| Bass lines and cars anything fast |
| Know who I am, I run this fuckin' club |
| Whip, whip, whippin' up a lick |
| Whip, whip, whippin' up a whip |
| Bitch I been a problem (problem), bitch I been a pilot |
| Talkin' microfiber, Medusa on my body |
| Garage like a dealer, '02 Reggie Miller |
| They come in to squash it, we come in to kill it (hah) |
| She bust it wide open then she popped a pill (hah) |
| Make that roof disappear, David Copperfield |
| Sippin' on that Henn, I be sippin' on that 'Roc |
| I be stuntin' on them M’s, I came straight off that block |
| And I pull up in that Mulsanne, all red like I’m Luo' Deng |
| All my jewelry blu-ray, fuck boy it’s a new day (hah) |
| Bass lines and cars anything fast |
| Humping on my leg, yo, mind my fucking glass |
| Makin' money last, hide it in a flask |
| Sound of a bomb drops, throw it in the bag |
| Make your money last, hide it in the back |
| Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in tha bag |
| Bass lines and cars anything fast |
| Know who I am, I run this fuckin' club |
| Uh, that game of rap don’t play with (play with) |
| Came up, I Rose like Jalen |
| 100 deep how we came in (what) |
| Throwin' signs like we Masons |
| Ho this here ain’t no haven |
| Coke boy, yes I’m their favorite (that's right) |
| Snatch the gravel under your feet, I’m removing the pavement |
| Headshot that 'rari, brainless |
| Same crib Saddam Hussein lives |
| Blood diamonds all in my bracelet |
| Fuck you and them hoes you came with (bow) |
| Snatch your fish out the water |
| Candid camera record her |
| Yellow gold for my haters |
| Purple drink we the Lakers |
| Know we keep it twizzy on the scale in |
| Smell the weed nigga like Sebastian I could tell fear |
| Fresh once it’s Bel-Air |
| Look what I smell here |
| Pussy on these niggas, nope that’s your bitch she just live here |
| Bass lines and cars anything fast |
| Humping on my leg, yo, mind my fucking glass |
| Makin' money last, hide it in a flask |
| Sound of a bomb drops, throw it in the bag |
| Make your money last, hide it in the back |
| Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in tha bag |
| Bass lines and cars anything fast |
| Know who I am, I run this fuckin' club |
| Gotta keep it a hunnid, K.O.D.'s spendin' hunnid |
| Willy on them hoes, tell 'em give me head with a helmet |
| Money all I hear, bitches all in my ear |
| Can’t you see I’m high? |
| California |
| Honey on them hoes, kidnap your bitch |
| You put black sand in her toes, black Marilyn Monroe, nigga |
| Catch you playin' no hoes, probably playin' to that role |
| Cocaine Kurt Cobain, shorty playin' with her nose |
| Fast life I chose, fast cars we drove |
| Bad hoes, bad fros, face down they go |
| Tip-toin' that money, I stack six floors of them hundreds |
| I got six stories of that money, coke boys we run it, Montana |
| Bass lines and cars anything fast |
| Humping on my leg, yo, mind my fucking glass |
| Makin' money last, hide it in a flask |
| Sound of a bomb drops, throw it in the bag |
| Make your money last, hide it in the back |
| Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in tha bag |
| Bass lines and cars anything fast |
| Know who I am, I run this fuckin' club |
| Tell them hoes I’ll holler, stacks I got |
| Fuck you pay me, that’s my motto |
| Tell them hoes I’ll holler, stacks I got |
| Fuck you pay me, that’s my motto |
| Bass lines and cars anything fast |
| Humping on my leg, yo, mind my fucking glass |
| Makin' money last, hide it in a flask |
| Sound of a bomb drops, throw it in the bag |
| Make your money last, hide it in the back |
| Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in tha bag |
| Bass lines and cars anything fast |
| Know who I am, I run this fuckin' club |