Big Ant - Get a Bag (feat. Young Switch)

I need a bad bitch (I need a bad)
To get a bag with (to get this bag with)
I need a bad bitch (I need a bad)
To spend this cash with (to spend this cash with)
Late night take a flight just to see ya I'm Gucci bae I need a Kisha
We on shopping sprees with no Visas
If the bitch bad man I need her
I need a bad bitch (I need a bad)
To get a bag with (to get this bag with)
I need a bad bitch (I need a bad)
To spend this cash with (to spend this cash with)
We flexing on all of you hoes (flexing that dough)
She front row at all of my shows
I’ll put that ice on my baby
My money get low
She might hit that pole
She the coolest diamond in the ice box, I want you right now (yeah)
She been flexing on her exes, no stressing, I'm Mr. Right now
I put the pipe down but we far from silent, just tell me you digging it
Get our specific shit, I'm on some different shit, run up the bag, we done hit a lick
Sky is the limit the ceiling went, straight out to Pluto
Burkin bag on sumo, need a bad lil you know, expensive taste we don’t do broke
Tell me how you like it
Let's get high
You'll get your chance to be pilot, with now hands you be wilding
Cause you a Bad Bitch
I need a bad bitch (I need a bad)
To get a bag with (to get this bag with)
I need a bad bitch (I need a bad)
To spend this cash with (to spend this cash with)
Late night take a flight just to see ya I'm Gucci bae I need a Kisha
We on shopping sprees with no Visas
If the bitch bad man I need her
I need a bad bitch (I need a bad)
To get a bag with (to get this bag with)
I need a bad bitch (I need a bad)
To spend this cash with (to spend this cash with)
We flexing on all of you hoes (flexing that dough)
She front row at all of my shows
I’ll put that ice on my baby
My money get low
She might hit that pole
She text my phone she wanting round two
Told her ok it’ll be around two
Two o' eight I let the pound loose
Bite the pillow make it soundproof
Two shots of Henny make the crowd move
But this liquor never drowned you
Just you and me we the life of the party, (provide you your needs you want it I got it)
Heart rocking like a metal band (yea)
Friends mad you got the better man
Shit changed for the better man Take flights we’ll never land
When you fall I'll be there to stand I'm more than your homie, waking you up in the morning
Never leaving you lonely, breaking you off when you want it
I need a bad bitch (I need a bad)
To get a bag with (to get this bag with)
I need a bad bitch (I need a bad)
To spend this cash with (to spend this cash with)
Late night take a flight just to see ya I'm Gucci bae I need a Kisha
We on shopping sprees with no Visas
If the bitch bad man I need her
I need a bad bitch (I need a bad)
To get a bag with (to get this bag with)
I need a bad bitch (I need a bad)
To spend this cash with (to spend this cash with)
We flexing on all of you hoes (flexing that dough)
She front row at all of my shows
I’ll put that ice on my baby
My money get low
She might hit that pole
Love how you know when its time to take control
You my private dancer when you working on that pole
Look me in my eyes and while you grinding slow
My hands all on your ass and girl you know you bad for sure
The way you walk, the way you talk
You know what you doing
In love with your body, girl you the hot topic
You know what you doing
You get you own money, you handle your biz
You know what you're doing
You got your own car, you got your one crib
You know what you're doing

Written by:
Antiona London, Marty Johnson II

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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