Lyrics Get That Bag - Saucy Santana

Get That Bag

Broke ass niggas, please move the fuck from round
I need all my bad bitches to the muthafuckin' floor
It’s finna go the fuck down
Pop that pussy, hoe, period
It’s trap season, bruh
Need a nigga with that dough
Pop that pussy to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that’s fo' sho'
Need a nigga with that dough
Pop that pussy to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
I’m looking for a baller
A big money man, real shot caller
Wrap them dollars round my collar
Oh, that’s too much?
Boy, I’ll holla
Bow-legged parrot-toed, break it down
I want money in cash, not a yen, not a pound
I hear a broke nigga, I hate that sound
You a joke, boy bye, I ain’t come to clown
Ding ding, that’s a cell phone ring
On the phone with a boss
Hollin' bout money ain’t a thang
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Pull that hoe over, she need a ticket
A zoe from the south, yeah I’m with it
Keep runnin' yo mouth, gon' make me split it
Nigga don’t want that cat if it ain’t spittin'
I ain’t done with you hoes, I’m still shittin'
Need a nigga with that dough
Pop that pussy to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that’s fo' sho'
Need a nigga with that dough
Pop that pussy to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag, (run it up!)
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
Need a nigga with that dough
Pop that pussy to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that’s fo' sho'
Need a nigga with that dough
Pop that pussy to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
Read receipts on, bitch, I’m a savage
I ain’t fuckin' with no nigga without the cabbage
You got that Amex card, I gotta have it
I’ll spend all yo money, baby boy, that’s a habit
I ain’t arguing bout a nigga that ain’t mine
Little dick nigga can’t even touch my spine
Top-notch pussy, this one of a kind
Pussy real godly, angel of mine
He lookin' for a dime that’s top of the line
With good pussy, so gushy
Make a nigga wanna wine and dine
That’s fine, you got the bag?
You mine
You ain’t going home tonight
You better tell her you lyin'
No face, no case to my nigga
No face, no case to the trigger
Stripes on my ass but this pussy ain’t Tigger
Big boss pussy, I’m Mufasa to you niggas
Need a nigga with that dough
Pop that pussy to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that’s fo' sho'
Need a nigga with that dough
Pop that pussy to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
Need a nigga with that dough
Pop that pussy to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that’s fo' sho'
Need a nigga with that dough
Pop that pussy to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
Tre Trax, I think we got one
It’s trap season, bruh!
It’s trap season, bruh