V.I.P. Watts - Bag Free$tyle

Yea
Yea
Yeah
I just wanted to do that
Get that money out the bag yea
And they know
I get that money out the bag yea
And they go
Step in the club
I'm throwin' them ones
I'm throwin' em' up
I'm just having fun
What do you want
What do you need
What do you want
You're bothering me
I don't give a fuck about bitch
In the section pourin' Henny gettin' lit
All these diamonds round my neck it got me sick
Bitch I'm ballin' like a Pacer call me Vic
I rock Supreme ouu that's a new fit
Ouu Off-White! tennis shoes that's a new drip
I hop in the coop and I'm droppin' the top while I'm taking a trip
Gotcha bitch in the passenger actin' up got my dick all in her lips
Vvs on my necklace so wreckless and next it's gon' be on my wrist
Got Versace on top me can't stop me everything I rock is so crisp
Ouu just to look like this it took a long time
She just sent me a pic when she was online
See I got the drip
I got the drip
See I got the drip
I got the drip
See I got the drip
I got the drip
See I got the drip
Get that money out the bag yea
And they know
I get that money out the bag yea
And they go

Written by:
Marcus Watts

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