Gucci Mane

Gucci Mane - I Get The Bag lyrics

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[Gucci Mane:]

Shine

It's Gucci!

It's drop top, wizop

Skrr



[Quavo:]

Yeah!

You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)

Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)

Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon' f**k up a bag (ye)

Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)

In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)

Drop the top (drop top), when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)

Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye

Eat it up like it's a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek (yeah!)



[Takeoff:]

Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)

Them niggas that flex in the back don't say nothin them niggas will kill for me

Backends I got 'em asleep, on fleek

100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!)

Bitch I'm a dog, give my treat

Hop out the frog and leap (leap!)

I put them bricks in the Phantom, my bitch she walk around like she Kris Jenner

I used to break and then enter

Then Takeoff run 'em like the game of temple

It's simple, I play with the mental

Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)

Canada 'cause I'm a money symbol

Walking with the racks I'm looking crippled (money!)

f**k on that bitch then I tip her (tip her!)

A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel!)

Not from L.A. but I clip her (brrr!)

Double my cup, pour a triple

Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my)

I'm not your average or typical (I'm not your)

Look at my wrist and it's critical (look at the)

Hold it up, droppin' the temperature (droppin' the)

I get that bag on the regular

I got a bag on my cellular (brrr!)

Backing up, bagging up vegetables

Baggin' up cookies, it's medical (cookies!)

Cocaine, codeine, et cetera

Cocaine and lean, it's federal

I take off, landin' on Nebula

[?] 20 M's on my schedule

(Takeoff!)



[Quavo:]

You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)

Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)

Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon' f**k up a bag (ye)

Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)

In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)

Drop the top (drop top), when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)

Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye

(It's Gucci!)

Eat it up like it's a feast, they say the dope on fleek



[Gucci Mane:]

I know that you niggas gettin' sick of me

These chains on my neck cost a mil' a piece

I won't even like to freestyle for free

I put in the key and I ride the beat

I won't even come out the house for free

I pay a nigga to drive for me

Jay-Z couldn't even co-sign for me

I do what I want 'cause I'm signed to me

I get the-I get the-I get the bag

They get the bag, had to cut it in half

Stop the comparing, y'all makin' me laugh

Need the rehab, I'm addicted to cash

Convertible Wop, convertible top

My dope got a vertical, look at it hop (Skrrt-skkrt-skkrt)

And it jump out the pot came out of jail and went straight to the top

Take it easy baby

Middle of Summer I'm freezin' baby

Don't leave me baby just drop to your knees and please me baby

I'm fascinated two bitches so fine that I masturbated

Congratulations, she bring me so good that I graduated

They had to hate it

Unfold them niggas they plastic baby

I trap a baby, I rap but own all my masters baby

It's tragic baby, I pull up and f**k up the traffic baby

I'm savage baby, I'm killin' these niggas closed casket baby



[Quavo:]

You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)

Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)

Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon' f**k up a bag (ye)

Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)

In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)

Drop the top (drop top), when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)

Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye

Eat it up like it's a feast, they say the dope on fleek, yeah!
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