Bags & Backs

(Dinero)
Woah, fuh, uh, aye
Uh-uh, aye, Dinero
Aye, uh-uh, aye, woah

I be in my bag, I get lotta racks
We don't look at tags, we just stuff the bag
That lil bitch got ass, I pull up, she get cracked
This draco, it spazz, it hit ops, in they back

He think he one of us, he better get the fuck back
She gone leave with us, you might not get yo bitch back

Back
Racks
Bags

I can't take her back, she been turned her back
I can't fuck with them, who the fuck is that
She gone let me swim, jump in all of that

No my niggas not gay but they might take you out
She said, shе want Beni', took her to Waffle Housе
Pull up Danny Phantom, then I'm ghosting out
I just switched my sheets, she might come try it out

I was smoking roaches, when mama left the house
I was making hits, on my brother coach
I can't trust that bitch, I had to x her out

Glock like, Kool-Aid Jammers, squeeze, then throw it out
Just like, M.C. Hammer, y'all can't touch this now
Just like, Sexyy Red, took her to "Pound Town"
Slide thru' with Thor's hammer, then we strike 'em down

Yes, yes, I'm in my bag for real
Yes, yes, that bitch got ass for real
Yes, yes, I'm on that gas for real
Yes, yes, my niggas drill for real

I be in my bag, I get lotta racks
We don't look at tags, we just stuff the bag
That lil bitch got ass, I pull up, she get cracked
This draco, it spazz, it hit ops, in they back

He think he one of us, he better get the fuck back
She gone leave with us, you might not get yo bitch back

Back
Racks
Bags

I be in my bag, I get lotta racks
We don't look at tags, we just stuff the bag
That lil bitch got ass, I pull up, she get cracked
This draco, it spazz, it hit ops, in they back