Paroles de la chanson My Bag par Payroll Giovanni

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Paroles de la chanson My Bag par Payroll Giovanni

Fuck chillin' (Fuck chillin'), bitch, I need millions
Stack it to the ceiling, buy a couple big buildings
Fuck hangin', how much money is we makin'?
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, get away from me, you fakin'
Money first, image later, cop the work, get the paper
Shiny shit, buy later, grind and make your bag greater
Used to be a gram weigher when I copped ounces
To move how I wanna move, I had to move mountains (Yeah)
Niggas can't fuck with me, fuck they feelings, up the fee (Fuck 'em)

I'm a walkin' brain, a talkin' motherfuckin' company
Back and forth coppin', plug said he seen too much of me
So he put his trust in me and quickly got to frontin' me
I was nineteen then, mind on a clean Benz
European whips, now it's mainly what I'm sittin' in
Probably in some low shit while grindin' for some more shit
I ain't got time for that broke shit

I'm back in my bag (My bag)
Bitch, I'm back in my bag (My bag)
Yeah, I'm back in my bag, bitch, I'm back in my bag (My bag)
Yeah, I'm back in my bag (My bag)

Yeah, I'm back in my bag, bitch, I'm back in my bag (My bag)
I'm back in my bag (My bag)
Bitch, I'm back in my bag, yeah, I'm back in my bag (My bag)
Bitch, I'm back in my bag (My bag)
Bitch, I'm back in my

If you can't match my speed, I gotta leave you behind
If I'm growin' and you ain't, how we gon' see eye-to-eye?
Sippin' Mai Tais with guys, I keep they eyes on the pies
Oops, I meant prize, let me not fuck up my disguise (Oops)
Movin' wise, crews in fives, got Colombian ties
Move aside, we them guys, y'all can run back inside

I'm a grinder, I'ma show you how to do this shit
If she just help you lose money, nigga, lose that bitch
I'm a fickle-ass nigga, don't confuse that shit
We keep a stick or two around and we'll use that bitch (Bah)
Sellin' raw, I used to see some fiends shoot that shit
Some would roll it up in tickets then toot that shit (Damn)
Lotta people just distractions, had to mute that quick
Condo-attached garage with a coupe that fit
Drop the top, do the dash (Yeah), doin' shows, movin' bags (Yeah)
You ain't gotta ask when you see me, clearly

I'm back in my bag (My bag)

Bitch, I'm back in my bag (My bag)
Yeah, I'm back in my bag, bitch, I'm back in my bag (My bag)
Yeah, I'm back in my bag (My bag)
Yeah, I'm back in my bag, bitch, I'm back in my bag (My bag)
I'm back in my bag (My bag)
Bitch, I'm back in my bag, yeah, I'm back in my bag (My bag)
Bitch, I'm back in my bag (My bag)
Bitch, I'm back in my
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