Yung Mal and Lil Quill - Bags of Cash

Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga on God, huh
Fuck is you lookin' at, pussy ass nigga?

We havin’ bags of cash, huh
Finna roll up the lil' cookie and
I'm finna mash the gas
Huh, and she shakin’ ass for cash, huh
Diamonds drip all down my neck and
This shit like a water splash
Got my lil' youngin a bag, he
Gon' pull up with no mask, huh
Drip from my head to my pants
No we not takin' no task, huh
The thirty, that's right by my finger, can
Shoot, we can release some rank, huh
Top back, ridin' down Candler
Two hundred miles, fast, dash

Hmm, hop in that foreign, dash, huh
I cannot play with your heart, but lil'
Bitch, you got take off them panties, huh
Strapped up, I just got hit up
No I'm not throwin’ no hands
I got a paper tag, just copped a
New strap and it came with cash, huh
Fuck is you lookin’ at? Shooter draw
Down and play laser tag, huh
I went to Cali
I swear to God they gave me eighty bags
Drip from my head to my toes
This shit cost me eighty racks
I really done came up from nothin' and
Now I get paid to laugh, haha
(On God)

We havin’ bags of cash, huh
Finna roll up the lil' cookie and
I'm finna mash the gas
Huh, and she shakin' ass for cash, huh
Diamonds drip all down my neck and
This shit like a water splash
Got my lil’ youngin a bag, he
Gon' pull up with no mask, huh
Drip from my head to my pants
No we not takin' no task, huh
The thirty, that's right by my finger, can
Shoot, we can release some rank, huh
Top back, ridin' down Candler
Two hundred miles, fast, dash

Top down, ridin' down Candler, foreign
It got a paper tag
Yeah, I fucked her, then I passed her fast
Like I'm Steve Nash
Niggas mad that we be gettin' cash
Come up out a trash bag
Took a shot, I could've died, boy
I still be havin' flashbacks
Still pull up in the projects where
They sell that crack at
I'm good in any hood, know some
Niggas that can't go back, huh
We havin' bags of cash
We havin' bags of cash
Booked a flight, I'm gone, when I land
I got jet lag

We havin' bags of cash, huh
Finna roll up the lil' cookie and
I'm finna mash the gas
Huh, and she shakin' ass for cash, huh
Diamonds drip all down my neck and
This shit like a water splash
Got my lil' youngin a bag, he
Gon' pull up with no mask, huh
Drip from my head to my pants
No we not takin' no task, huh
The thirty, that's right by my finger, can
Shoot, we can release some rank, huh
Top back, ridin' down Candler
Two hundred miles, fast, dash

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