Sharard Baker - In My Bag

I'm in my bag for the summer
Countin cash while you slumber
Sippin Yac with a runner
All bad if you love her
I'm in my bag for the summer
Countin cash while you slumber
Sippin Yac with a runner
All bad if you love her

Money on my mind hoe
What else you think I got time for
Got Jewelry and these dime glow
The fuck you think we rhyme for
I'm back on my stunting shit
Me and Screen with another hit
For them bitches who booty thick
Throw it back and bounce to
Making it hot for the summer
I be stackin bread no wonder
That's why These women stay coming
Come on
DMin no number
And my Ears, watch like a tundra mayne
More chains than a dungeon paid
Niggas broke I ain't judging aye
I'm trying to help them get something
That's why

I'm in my bag for the summer
Countin cash while you slumber
Sippin Yac with a runner
All bad if you love her
I'm in my bag for the summer
Countin cash while you slumber
Sippin Yac with a runner
All bad if you love her

Aye, Aye
Give me the stage and watch a young nigga paid
A nigga get paid, mayne
They going insane bouncing around like a rave
Ya, ya, ya
I can not explain they just don't know how to behave
Turn up, turn up whoo
Guess I'm doing my thang me and my No Culture brigade
Gang

Flow hotter than tropic
I am yo bitch favorite topic
She know I'm all about profit
Cash
And she know that I got it
Now Who fucking with S dot
Gassed up like a truck spot
Number 1 my next spot ain't my fault you got left out
Clothes and gems we coppin, bling
Its an event when we shoppin, swipe
She give me neck like an ostrich, slurp
She out the door no option, Uber
Ima Cheese head like Wisconsin
Going for it we clocking
Major motion crew and locking down
The fucking game who gon stop it

I'm in my bag for the summer
Countin cash while you slumber
Sippin Yac with a runner
All bad if you love her
I'm in my bag for the summer
Countin cash while you slumber
Sippin Yac with a runner
All bad if you love her

Aye, Aye
Give me the stage and watch a young nigga paid
A nigga get paid, mayne
They going insane bouncing around like a rave
Ya, ya, ya
I can not explain they just don't know how to behave
Turn up, turn up whoo
Guess I'm doing my thang me and my No Culture brigade
Gang

Written by:
Justin Dent

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