Kahiem Rivera - The Bag

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got the bag
Got the reserves
She tryna bag
She tryna flirt
Baby got back
She know she work
She be the baddest
Make all of these niggas in here go berserk
Shorty so fine, small batch
Funky natural wine
In a glass
Got me reading the signs
It's a match
Got me runnin' the bases when it's a catch
Got me making them faces while listening
Got me up to the morning no Ritalin
Like a couple of children, we gigglin'
Got me up on the roof and I'm fiddlin'
Fingers restless
Playing with my drink
Feeling reckless
Shorty, what you think
This is blessed
Baby it's a dream
This that next shit
Maybe this the scene
I been cooped up, wit my thoughts
Gotten bloody, bruised up, on the sauce
Gave myself a crew cut
Feeling clean
Dug in the stash and I found some things
I got the bag
Got the reserves
She tryna bag
She tryna flirt
Baby got back
She know she work
She be the baddest
Make all of these niggas in here go berserk
Wish I was
Half blind/Fetty Wap
So fine, call the cops
Overwhelmed by the fit
Ring the bells, this is it
Got these niggas playing games
Got these niggas dropping names
She told me nigga switch ya lane
In that Chevy Impala, no tame
Got her hand on my thigh and it's creeping up
Tail lights in my eyes and I'm heating up
Uber driver look like he done seen enough
Apologize at the end like, we being dumb
Upstairs got the old Kindle
Cut a couple lines spit a couple riddles
Tell a couple lies, only white ones
But she know when I'm frontin' and likes um
I got the bag
Got the reserves
She tryna bag
She tryna flirt
Baby got back
She know she work
She be the baddest
Make all of these niggas in here go berserk
I got the bag
Got the reserves
She tryna bag
She tryna flirt
Baby got back
She know she work
She be the baddest
Make all of these niggas in here go berserk
Live fast never die
Making these moves on the fly
Telling the truth with my eyes
Making due with the newest surprise
From the moment I saw you my neck broke
Make it rain on your name till I'm dead broke
Ain't no ball or no chain
Ain't no death stroke
Got me calling your name through a choked throat
Got me holding you tight till morning
Like I thought that I gave you the warning
Like I don't want nothin that's feeling too serious
All of the sudden I'm feeling delirious
All of the sudden I'm cutting up something on flesh
Okay you all know the rest
Roll up the Benjamin, doing a line off the chest
Baby you know you the best
Yes
I got the bag
Got the reserves
She tryna bag
She tryna flirt
Baby got back
She know she work
She be the baddest
Make all of these niggas in here go berserk
I got the bag
Got the reserves
She tryna bag
She tryna flirt
Baby got back
She know she work
She be the baddest
Make all of these niggas in here go berserk

Written by:
Kahiem Rivera

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