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Chris Webby

Bag

 

Bag

(Album: Wednesday Before Last - 2022)


[Bun B:]
Let me get up in my bag now, yeah
I gotta do it, watch me prove it
Chopping, chopping, chopping, screw it
When I get up in my bag now, yeah
Rims spinning while I'm whipping, whipping with some thick women
Tryna get up in my bag now, yeah
Mo' dough, mo' problems
At your side that shit'll go, go
Bringing in the bag now, yeah
Paper, plastic or reusable, one thing is indisputable
We bringing in the bag now

Used to be broke as a joke that nobody would laugh at
Tryna make me a dollar out a diamond and be honest with you I ain't even have half that
So I just had to dig in, riding dirty like pig pen
For the cash tax, apply pressure man
Now them days I was lesser than is as [?] as flashbacks
When I first got some bread (What happened?)
That shit went to my head because I was new to it
Bought the clothes, the diamonds and gold's and fucked with some hoes
Before long I blew through it
But I'm older now, I think bigger and bolder now
So no matter how you do it
We gon' always stay true to it
Saying [?] is fucked while making my screw to it
I been rocking with Chris for like ten years
So it's sincere when we link up
You have Paul Wall in this song y'all
We gon' smoke big, rapping, drink up
When we on one, then it's on son
Ain't no telling the shit we gon' think up
But when all is done, Chris and Paul and Bun equals Brinks truck

Let me get up in my bag now, yeah
I gotta do it, watch me prove it
Chopping, chopping, chopping, screw it
When I get up in my bag now, yeah
Rims spinning while I'm whipping, whipping with some thick women
Tryna get up in my bag now, yeah
Mo' dough, mo' problems
At your side that shit'll go, go
Bringing in the bag now, yeah
Paper, plastic or reusable, one thing is indisputable
We bringing in the bag now

[Paul Wall:]
What it do? Big bags, I got a few
Grind hard and you can get it to
All you need is some work to do
Late nights grinding with the crew
No sleep, just an hour or two
Cash flow steady coming through
Make money, stay true
Hard work ain't nothing new
Just gonna do it, stop talking 'bout it
Teamwork means everybody and we cashing checks
Sign on the dotted
Punching clocks, that's how I got it
Juice the punch, I'm known to walk it
Blue bills falling out my pocket
On the cabin cruiser, I'm about to dock it
Try hard but they can't stop it
It's the Lords work when I'm in my bag
Getting cash since a young lad
Just get it done, no lollygag
Slab tag when the trunk wag
I push the button, make the bumper drag
Push the comma's, make the numbers add, we iron clad

[Bun B:]
Let me get up in my bag now, yeah
I gotta do it, watch me prove it
Chopping, chopping, chopping, screw it
When I get up in my bag now, yeah
Rims spinning while I'm whipping, whipping with some thick women
Tryna get up in my bag now, yeah
Mo' dough, mo' problems
At your side that shit'll go, go
Bringing in the bag now, yeah
Paper, plastic or reusable, one thing is indisputable
We bringing in the bag now

[Chris Webby:]
Yeah, money make the world go round
Dolla's, Pesos, Euros, Pounds
Pulling up, they heard the sound
H-Town to Connecticut
Big bag and we spending it
Even when that recession hit
We the ones who helped to correct this shit
My scholarship was financial aid
Now I'm making this handsome pay
That come with a couple new accolades like credit grade and taxes paid
And still I keep my totals up
Independent mogul, the music going global, what?
Yeah they see I'm blowing up
White boy got game
Take a shot, bang, like I'm John Wayne
High octane, ride blades like a prop plane
Fuck around and put a little ice on a block chain
Yeah I got gains like a motherfucker body built
Italiano when I'm making John Gotti bills
Living proof there's a way if you got a will
So much independent money I don't even want a deal

[Bun B:]
Let me get up in my bag now, yeah
I gotta do it, watch me prove it
Chopping, chopping, chopping, screw it
When I get up in my bag now, yeah
Rims spinning while I'm whipping, whipping with some thick women
Tryna get up in my bag now, yeah
Mo' dough, mo' problems
At your side that shit'll go, go
Bringing in the bag now, yeah
Paper, plastic or reusable, one thing is indisputable
We bringing in the bag now

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