DJ Almond Eyez - Gimme My Bag (feat. Jay Wat)

Gimme my bag nigga I fuck with rad niggas
Why was that hag trippin
Wishin she had niggas
I'm gettin paid in the club
Maybe I brag different
Haters be showin me love
But I keep it mad distant

Gimme my bag nigga I fuck with rad niggas
Why was that hag trippin
Wishin she had niggas
I'm gettin paid in the club
Maybe I brag different
Haters be showin me love
But I keep it mad distant

Gimme my bag nigga
You know I stack figures
Story like rags riches
I'm gettin mad bitches
Look at my swag drippin
I got yo hat tippin
I got yo chick dippin
Heard she gon hit switches
If you know about me
Ima make you rock
Spirit on my team
I don't need a glock
I step on the scene
You know things gone pop
We gon show you things
We gon make it hot
Don't play with my money
Don't start actin funny
Put the cookie on him
Had that nigga runnin
I won't shoot my shot
But you know I'm gunnin
Don't know if they goin
Done know if they comin

Gimme my bag nigga I fuck with rad niggas
Why was that hag trippin
Wishin she had niggas
I'm gettin paid in the club
Maybe I brag different
Haters be showin me love
But I keep it mad distant
Gimme my bag nigga I fuck with rad niggas
Why was that hag trippin
Wishin she had niggas
I'm gettin paid in the club
Maybe I brag different
Haters be showin me love
But I keep it mad distant

It could be paper or plastic
Dont matter I'm all about baggin
You see the way that I'm saggin
Cause' of my pockets no slackin
Crunchin them digits no cappin
The serial numbers we scratchin
Dont fuck around you'll be absent
Find ya self bust like an abscess
You niggas stay chasin that chocha
I got my hands in her bolsa
Burnin through bread like a toasta
You know I stay strapped like a shoulder
Stay in them racks like a soldier
Triple stackin aint no X yeah
Want a bag lady no Erykah
On and on to the feria

Gimme my bag nigga I fuck with rad niggas
Why was that hag trippin
Wishin she had niggas
I'm gettin paid in the club
Maybe I brag different
Haters be showin me love
But I keep it mad distant
Gimme my bag nigga
I fuck with rad niggas
Why was that hag trippin
Wishin she had niggas
I'm gettin paid in the club
Maybe I brag different
Haters be showin me love
But I keep it mad distant

Written by:
Jay Wat, Joann Guillory

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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