Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song That Bag , by - Rich The Kid. Release date: 17.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
That Bag |
| Trap |
| You know what I need |
| Racks! |
| Cash, Woo |
| I might pop a perc and just go crazy |
| Fucking on your bitch like I want babies |
| Diamonds hit like Rocky bitch I’m famous |
| Walking with a hundred bitch I made it |
| Leaning and tripping on two pills |
| Sippin' on pints of the double seal |
| They told me to stop but I’m sippin' still |
| Yo hoe putting up but she know the drill |
| Momma' said be patient |
| I had no Mercedes |
| I was on the block I trapped that rock, like back in the 80s |
| Just know that I pour up a whole pint |
| Like fuck it I’m back on the dirty Sprite |
| I’m catching the plays like Jerry Rice |
| My young niggas killing might take your life |
| My teachers said I couldn’t do right |
| Pull up in Porsche and it’s all white |
| I’m all in her head like fucking lice |
| Play with the money you pay the price |
| What you need? |
| I just want a bag with the cash in it |
| In the kitchen with no dishes but some bad bitches |
| I just want a bag with the cash in it |
| How we living, go and get it adding up them digits |
| I just want a bag with the cash in it |
| I need my money on time, each and every dime |
| I just want a bag with the cash in it |
| Just need a bitch that can dab with me |
| I might pop a xan and just go lazy |
| But I got them workers so they pay me |
| I got all these bitches like I’m pimpin' |
| And your baby momma' now she drippin' |
| Walking around with a lot of cash |
| Rari' I ride with a paper tag |
| Momma' she said that I’m living fast |
| I need to slow down but I do the dash |
| Put my wrist in it when I’m whippin' up |
| I got your bitch she gon' cook it up |
| Fuckin her all on the furniture |
| She don’t speak no English a foreigner |
| Bitch quit playing I’m dangerous |
| I got the molly and Katy |
| I’m fuckin her she call me baby |
| Ain’t go for it, you better pay me |
| Dressed in Givenchy I’m dabbing |
| Bricks disappearing no magic |
| You talking my money it’s savage |
| A whole lotta' racks cause I gotta have it |
| What you need? |
| I just want a bag with the cash in it |
| In the kitchen with no dishes but some bad bitches |
| I just want a bag with the cash in it |
| How we living, go and get it adding up them digits |
| I just want a bag with the cash in it |
| I need my money on time, each and every dime |
| I just want a bag with the cash in it |
| Just need a bitch that can dab with me |