Marshmello , 42 Dugg - Baggin’

[Intro: Roddy Ricch] Mello made it right [Chorus] God sat me down and told me, "Youngin', you the one" Givenchy, Louis, BAPE, the only thing, I'm from the slums White gold, Presidential, maybe I should run Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin' 2020 McLaren, Moe got me thinkin' 'bout than cashin' Bitch, I'm a savage (Ho), Megan, savage (Nasty) Heard I fucked her friend, she keep callin' me a savage She gon' suck it 'cause she nasty (Freak ho) Once I fucked her I be laughin' (Fuck off) We will never meet again, only thing I eat is tens (Bad ho) Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin' Youngest of the mob (I didn't know Marshmello could make a beat that hard, man) [Verse 1] After everything I gave how you tell me I ain't shit? All the money that I made, that was 'posed to keep us lit You was out here suckin' dick, I was tryna pay the (Rent) I was tryna pay the, I was tryna pay the rent Free my niggas from 6, if not weed, then it's a brick All my youngins takin' hits, 1500 for a mix Show you to make a ten, I get three brown from a gram I know how to make a dance, twenty-two just for the pants Ho, quit lying bitch you a fan, if it's you, I want the head I fell back on sellin' meds, I'm supposed to be with Techs Faced some fire, and the feds ask me, am I Dugg Ask God, not at all, four million with all the cash [Chorus] God sat me down and told me, "Youngin', you the one" Givenchy, Louis, BAPE, the only thing, I'm from the slums White gold, Presidential, maybe I should run Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin' 2020 McLaren, Moe got me thinkin' 'bout than cashin' Bitch, I'm a savage (Ho), Megan, savage (Nasty) Heard I fucked her friend, she keep callin' me a savage She gon' suck it 'cause she nasty (Freak ho) Once I fucked her I be laughin' (Fuck off) We will never meet again, only thing I eat is tens (Bad ho) Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin' Youngest of the mob, R.I.P. my young nigga Rob [Verse 2] Prolly throw a six, never a five, pour me a four Tell the world get off my dick I get nervous when I get mentioned Bro do four a week in Cinci, could be five, but he too picky Keep that fye, bitch, don't get Ricky'd Without my guys feel like something missin' Too many proud fucks, too many bitches Moral of the story, I don't fuck with you niggas You tryna get fame, fuck 'round, get painted Throw it up, let nigga know what you claimin' Big 4, Big 4 [Chorus] God sat me down and told me, "Youngin', you the one" Givenchy, Louis, BAPE, the only thing, I'm from the slums White gold, Presidential, maybe I should run Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin' 2020 McLaren, Moe got me thinkin' 'bout than cashin' Bitch, I'm a savage (Ho), Megan, savage (Nasty) Heard I fucked her friend, she keep callin' me a savage She gon' suck it 'cause she nasty (Freak ho) Once I fucked her I be laughin' (Fuck off) We will never meet again, only thing I eat is tens (Bad ho) Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin' Youngest of the mob, R.I.P. my young nigga Rob