Dat Bag

[Intro:] I just want that bag Motherfuckin paper Money over hoes [?] before Lisas Hold up Club god [Chorus:] I just want that bag[x3] I just, I just want that bag Bitch you keep your pussy cause I just want that bag She wan’ fuck on my roof mistletoe I just want that bag[x2] Hold up I just want that bag[x3] I just, I just want that bag I don’t want no friend I just want that bag One deep in my base I just want that bag [Verse 1:] I just want that bag The 20s, the 50s, the 100s You can check your blowin the [?] Suicide doors i’m stuntin You got that bag then I fuck wid you You already K-N-O-W I can’t trust these bitches You got the bag these hoes fall in love wit’ you Want that bag nigga (yeah) Want that cash nigga (yeah) Bitch this dick cost three bags Bring some cash wit you I’m at the H and I’m leanin (turn up) I got the check like i’m feenin’ If you was a pussy we’d be matchin If you got that bag, there’d be action I can say hoes I get extra I toss them hoes to the squad If you got that bag, then she fuckin I show no love to these broads I don’t fuck wit you, you not kin to me Pussy nigga you da enemy I got that bag so she into me Say she goin suck this dick, yo you fitna see [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Focused on my fortune Cause i just want that bag Pull up in some porches Cause I got that dash I don’t want that boy Cause he has been had Treat em like a ho and then I get back to the cash Bitches wanna kick it I don’t fuck with em fake hoes Fake shoes, fake clothes You know how the story goes Smoke a lot of truth, I’m high Homegirl know I’m by maself Pinterest wannabe niggas I’d rather get money all by maself I just want that guap man I just want that bag I don’t give a fuck about the he said, she said I just want that bag Old friends fuck em I give them tricks the blues They made up something for nothin And Gucci ain't’ fo fools [Chorus]