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Ceraadi

Secure The Bag

 

Secure The Bag

(album: #GRWM - 2020)


We just secured bag
I'm seeing why all you hoes mad
Alla y'all talkin that rah rah
But we out here countin that cash
We out here runnin up bands
We too hot catchin a tan
I guess that's why all you hoes hatin
I call em my number fans

Makin this money, I'm makin a lot
Baby ain't nun you can say
Bitch feelin cocky and shit
Can you stop stalkin a bitch
Me and my sis yeah we both gettin rich

Now I get to flex
I get to talk about alla these checks
I might go buy me an icy Patek
That's what you haters gone talk about next

Oh she upset
Why so upset
Cause I got diamonds all over my neck
We flying private to come and collect
Slide through your city securing the bag

Don't talk juice
Can't talk back
Where my money
Cash app that
Damn you mad
Why you mad
Ooh yo face look so upset

Go cut the check, wooh
Go cut the check
Got a bitch gettin upset
For these bands I gave a arm and leg
Man I'm just healin from that
Say you got drip you ain't drip like that
Claimin you lit you ain't lit like that
Bet you ain't know I can spit like that
Yeah, I'm a princess, princess sets

I have the diamond she kneelin for me
Get what I want and I do what I please
I had to work and get all of this money
Man me and sister we came from the streets
You can't return us so keep ya receipts
Went from the bucket to caramel seats
All of these nigga they just tryna hit
But you cannot finesse me to get in the sheets

But I pull off, pack up da goodies they needa cool off
Now you regret how you feel that's ya loss
Thought I was fly I was shoppin at Ross
Now we in Rolls Royce cars
You know we got all dat sauce
And I ain't takin no phone calls
Until we get all of ares
Shit, shit gettin crazy
It been gettin outta hand lately
Money keep comin and neva fugazy
Keep ya two cents save all that shit
Must be the reason you little girls be hate'n

We bouta run it up run it up run it up run it up now
Watch how we fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up now, uh

Ion give a fuh Louis V chucks
Big Mercedes spendin big bucks
Switch yo plans Big advance
We Ceraadi who fuck with us

Ion give a fuh Louis V chucks
Big Mercedes spendin big bucks
Switch yo plans Big advance
We Ceraadi who fuck with us

We just secured bag
I'm seeing why all you hoes mad
Alla y'all talkin that rah rah
But we out here countin that cash
...

done

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