Bags Of Cash

(专辑： Blessed Lil Bastards 3 - 2018)

[Lil Quill & Yung Mal:]
Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga
On God, huh
Fuck is you looking at, pussy ass nigga?

[Lil Quill:]
We having bags of cash, huh
Finna roll up the lil' cookie and I'm finna mash the gas
Huh, and she shaking ass for cash, huh
Diamonds drip all down my neck and this shit like a water splash
Got my lil' youngin a bag, he gon' pull up with no mask, huh
Drip from my head to my pants, no we not taking no task, huh
The thirty, that's right by my finger, can shoot, we can release some rank, huh
Top back, riding down Candler, two hundred miles, fast, dash

Hmm, hop in that foreign, dash, huh
I cannot play with your heart, but lil' bitch, you got take off them panties, huh
Strapped up, I just got hit up, no I'm not throwing no hands
I got a paper tag, just copped a new strap and it came with cash, huh
Fuck is you looking at? Shooter draw down and play laser tag, huh
I went to Cali, I swear to God they gave me eighty bags
Drip from my head to my toes, this shit cost me eighty racks
I really done came up from nothing and now I get paid to laugh, haha (On God)

We having bags of cash, huh
Finna roll up the lil' cookie and I'm finna mash the gas
Huh, and she shaking ass for cash, huh
Diamonds drip all down my neck and this shit like a water splash
Got my lil' youngin a bag, he gon' pull up with no mask, huh
Drip from my head to my pants, no we not taking no task, huh
The thirty, that's right by my finger, can shoot, we can release some rank, huh
Top back, riding down Candler, two hundred miles, fast, dash

[Yung Mal:]
Top down, riding down Candler, foreign, it got a paper tag
Yeah, I fucked her, then I passed her fast, like I'm Steve Nash
Niggas mad that we be getting cash, come up out a trash bag
Took a shot, I could've died, boy, I still be having flashbacks
Still pull up in the projects where they sell that crack at
I'm good in any hood, know some niggas that can't go back, huh
We having bags of cash, we having bags of cash
Booked a flight, I'm gone, when I land, I got jet-lag

[Lil Quill:]
We having bags of cash, huh
Finna roll up the lil' cookie and I'm finna mash the gas
Huh, and she shaking ass for cash, huh
Diamonds drip all down my neck and this shit like a water splash
Got my lil' youngin a bag, he gon' pull up with no mask, huh
Drip from my head to my pants, no we not taking no task, huh
The thirty, that's right by my finger, can shoot, we can release some rank, huh
Top back, riding down Candler, two hundred miles, fast, dash