Gabby Rose - BAG

I was on the verge of falling off
Damn near lost it all
Chasing after niggas that ain't even worth the cost at all
I'm Gabby boss, the boss
Nigga I hog the ball
Fuck I look like crying over niggas like I clocked a loss
Damn I think I copped a couple bottles, now they empty
In a drop with hella naked models sounds tempting
But I got this vision
And I'm on this mission
Sorry for my wrath
But I'm back up in my back like
What, what, what
I can't take this call
What, what
If it ain't about the money
What, what, what
I can't take a loss
What, what, what
If I want it I'ma own it
Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag, gotta
Gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag
Gotta, gotta gotta get the bag, gotta get the bag, gotta
What, what, what
Bag

Written by:
Daniel Moore, Dominique Gipson

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