Bag Baby - (Bag Baby x VanVleet)

We seen it all it's cash ball wow
Four

I talk cash shit that's why you don't understand me
The plug love me he drop more babies then a plan be
I'm ot in houston balling like vanvleet
Trap don't close za bows cost a van cleef

Bae got bundles on hand like she sell weave
Racing through the streets to the bands this a grand prix
Plug keep dropping off these babies he a dead beat
Only took a week to slap out go check the spreadsheet
Niggas steady trolling on the net let's see the dead tweet
Pouring up red in my cup look like the dead sea
Ain't have to touch a gram to run it up this shit is hands free
Once in a while I might just cook it up I'm gordon ramsey
Wock hard make my cup expensive this a stanley
My bitch mad cause I fucked her friends she say Im friendly
Big bag can't fit inside my pants I need a fanny
Big scale ten thousand grams so fuck a grammy

I talk cash shit thats why you don't understand me
The plug love me he drop more babies then a plan be
I'm ot in houston balling like vanvleet
Trap don't close za bows cost a van cleef

I sip lean high tech call it technique
We gone eat don't say much let the check speak
Fuck off forty and get it back in the next week
I'm gone speed baselining with a red key
You need a tan key
Pulling up jeep this ain't no cherokee
Ask for a front this ain't no charity
Vvs in all of my kits you see the clarity
I'm gone be a shit talker until they bury me
When I hear that money counter beep that shit like therapy
Laughing at you broke ass niggas you niggas parodies
Quick to pick a nigga bitch up she say come carry me

I talk cash shit thats why you don't understand me
The plug love me he drop more babies then a plan be
I'm ot in houston balling like vanvleet
Trap don't close za bows cost a van cleef

We seen it all it's cash ball wow

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Bag Baby

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