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MANILA GREY

In My Bag

 

In My Bag

(album: No Saints On Knight Street - 2021)


I'm too in my bag
They all chitty chat til I end that
Money means my time
I don't let just anybody spend that
Too in my bag
Shorty give me kitty cat when I get back
Can't give her time
No I can't give her time, no, no, no

Put them little white bags in the Goyard
Incognito Neeko when I go dark
Put my shades on look like Ray Charles
I'm off too too many but the night young
I don't really need the right bitch
Need the tonight bitch off the 42
And I'm up 6 I could pull your bitch like it's pink slips
I been on a kill streak with my gun ship
Soli got the stoneys to the gauntlet
I wore all Versace to the conference
I don't give a fuck, I got no conscience (flexin, flexin, flexin)
Got them little white bags in the titty bra
Engrave "Time is money" on my Audemar
Put mama in a bulletproof sports car
Bitch the money steady coming in

I'm too in my bag
They all chitty chat til I end that
Money means my time
I don't let just anybody spend that
Too in my bag
Shorty give me kitty cat when I get back
Can't give her time
No I can't give her time, no, no, no

Had to hide away
Somewhere in the tropics got the vault
Camouflage it all from the snakes, what's the code?
My God given blessings no touching even if I turn angel or ghost
Mirror mirror on the wall
If we talk percentage I'm the fairest
If we talkin bitches then I'm single
If we talkin bags then I'm married
No split up, money my only commitment you should know
Back to action, private function
Hush don't you say nothing
Triple 1z, she love her angel numbers
That's all fun girl, I love triple the commas
Under the radar from the graveyard
I saw the dead rise, presidential
Under the palm shade, tinted benzos
They stuck in limbo too sentimental
While here I am way too in my bag

D-D-Dollars, Yen (Bounce it baby, bounce it baby, bounce)
Pesos, Euros, they be flying out my hands talking
Dollars spent (Bounce it for me, bounce it for me, bounce)
Mi hermosa, I'ma see you when I can
(Like whoa) When I'm in the city
(Whoa) Spread that show me kitty
(Whoa) Pull up baby with me we can ghost

I'm too in my bag
They all chitty chat til I end that
Money means my time
I don't let just anybody spend that
(Dollars) Too in my bag (Dollars, whoa)
Shorty give me kitty cat when I get back (Dollars)
Can't give her time (Dollars, whoa)
No I can't give her time, no, no, no

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