Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bag Talk, artist - YSN Fab. Date of issue: 04.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bag Talk |
| Ayo |
| Ysn Ysn |
| Ysn Ysn |
| Make a hunnid thou hunnid times over |
| Cop a lamb to the top tell my chauffeur |
| Yeah yeah |
| Block hot, got me riding with a toaster |
| Strap clap if a nigga get too close, yeah |
| Uh |
| Big dog 'til I pull up where ya tone went |
| Yeah he made a million but he don’t know where his soul went |
| Nigga I was dirty my aroma was that floor scent |
| Now I’m getting money all you smell is that dough scent |
| Dolce Gabbana the only thing keep them hoes wet |
| Really getting money that’s why I don’t ever flex |
| My momma ain’t believe in me but really I can’t blame her uh |
| City that I’m from full of drugs and them haters uh |
| Really 'bout my paper yeah I need it daily |
| Say what you want about me but leave my baby out |
| When I would re-up on a pound |
| Put it in my neighbor’s couch yeah |
| Bad lil jawn got my favorite mouth |
| Because you do it like no other when we do it use no rubber |
| She like toxic sex she like to suffer |
| You know I had to cuff her 'cause she love just like my mother |
| And she thug just like my brother so it’s only right I had to trust her |
| Uh bad lil vibe put her in saint Laurent |
| I beat her back down for hours got a nigga slumped |
| These niggas fucking up my high |
| I need another blunt |
| Tryna be relevant for years |
| You just hot for the month (Uh) |
| Make a hunnid thou hunnid times over |
| Cop a lamb to the top tell my chauffeur |
| Yeah yeah |
| Block hot, got me riding with a toaster |
| Strap clap if a nigga get too close, yeah |
| Uh |
| Big dog 'til I pull up where ya tone went |
| Yeah he made a million but he don’t know where his soul went |
| Nigga I was dirty my aroma was that floor scent |
| Now I’m getting money all you smell is that dough scent |
| Dolce Gabbana the only thing keep them hoes wet |
| Really getting money that’s why I don’t ever flex |
| Any nigga getting to a bag I salute you |
| You can’t name a nigga in my city I would lose to |
| YouTube, Spotify, drip check not as fly |
| None of these niggas is coming close I been on the rise |
| Only matter of time until I’m really on |
| Six figure nigga that ain’t shit until them millions |
| Flooding my bank |
| I’m buying estate |
| My momma ain’t gotta work no job |
| I just tell her to fix a plate |
| Imma make it out Imma do whatever it take |
| Gettin' to it now 'cause I know the world awaits |
| For the next super star |
| My whole life been crazy hard |
| Tryna heal from all these scars |
| They didn’t believe in me |
| 'Til I touched a hunnid large |
| Make a hunnid thou hunnid times over |
| Cop a lamb to the top tell my chauffeur |
| Yeah yeah |
| Block hot, got me riding with a toaster |
| Strap clap if a nigga get too close, yeah |
| Uh |
| Big dog 'til I pull up where ya tone went |
| Yea he made a million but he don’t know where his soul went |
| Nigga I was dirty my aroma was that floor scent |
| Now I’m getting money all you smell is that dough scent |
| Dolce Gabbana the only thing keep them hoes wet |
| Really getting money that’s why I don’t ever flex |
| My momma ain’t believe in me but really I can’t blame her uh |
| Ciy that I’m from full of drugs and them haters |
| Really 'bout my paper yeah I need it daily |
| Say what you want about me but leave my baby out |