In My Bag Testo

Featuring Street Ka$h

Bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

Bitch I’m in my bag, we fly pimpin
We be stackin on that cash, we poppin bottles
Fuckin models with that ass
Flying down the strip
Red bottoms on the gat, we fly pimpin
Bitch I’m in my bag, we fly pimpin
We be stackin on that cash, we poppin bottles
Fuckin models with that ass
Flying down the strip
Red bottoms on the gat, we fly pimpin

Them haters talking hella shit, but they irrelevant
My money on another level, look at all you everywhere
Blowing bitch, that’s evident
My pockets full of presidents
Driving down that play with my shades, bitch I’m getting it
I’m riding around, I paint the town
My dough be up but I chose to be down
I’m pouring up, another cup
Fly as fuck and I get around
I’m smoking on some tiva, christening ether
They got it for the lobe oh bitch I got it much cheaper
I be on my Jersey shit, so what’s the situation?
Step out of line, I wipe em down And watch me just erasin
I’m in my own lane, fresher than a D boy
Send your bitch up to your casa as a decoy
Rubber on that grip, hollows in that clip
My bitch is throwing bread,
Homie we don’t play that shit
Nigga we bomb first, watch us as we set it off
We fly pimpin in this bitch, yea we get it all

Bitch I’m in my bag, we fly pimpin
We be stackin on that cash, we poppin bottles
Fuckin models with that ass
Flying down the strip
Red bottoms on the gat, we fly pimpin

Bitch I’m in my bag, we fly pimpin
We be stackin on that cash, we poppin bottles
Fuckin models with that ass
Flying down the strip
Red bottoms on the gat, we fly pimpin

Bitch I’m with the money gang, bad people spell my name
Dance around my city, no crisp, bitches love the fame
Hundred racks, I make it rain
Yo yo, feel my pain
Hundred wallets on a nigga, aye watch a nigga play
What’s his name? He getting money
Pedal to the flo', Mr. SpillingMoney
Atlantic City zone, I’m on the daze
I fuck a real nigga, I be total famous
My whole team ball, something like the Lakers
Holding on 6 bulls, I mean none greater
I played er on the strip, like the middle line
Ya’ll know everything cuz yo time
Loyalty – brings forth loyalty
Ya’ll think Rich is too D up, they know it’s Morrison
Fly like I ought to be, nothing changed but the weed
Pardon my French, it’s just a tragedy

Bitch I’m in my bag, we fly pimpin
We be stackin on that cash, we poppin bottles
Fuckin models with that ass
Flying down the strip
Red bottoms on the gat, we fly pimpin

Bitch I’m in my bag, we fly pimpin
We be stackin on that cash, we poppin bottles
Fuckin models with that ass
Flying down the strip
Red bottoms on the gat, we fly pimpin