Bags Songtext

von kevin gates

F-F-F-Flamin'
Bitch
Bitches out here tryna come up on a nigga, you heard me?
You not 'bout to ball off me so you can go and
Press another nigga, you bitch ass, pussy ass hoe
Right game, wrong nigga

I want a bag, you want my bag
So we chasing the same thing
I did you bad, okay, my bad, baby
This ain't the same thing
You wanna stand on side a nigga
You knowing my name ring
All these diamonds blind a nigga
My watch and my chain bling

You gon' stand on side a nigga, yeah
You gon' stand on side a nigga, yeah
Bet you gon' stand on side a nigga
You knowing my name ring
I want a bag, you want my bag
So we chasing the same thing

You just gon' stand on side a nigga
All my diamonds blindin' niggas
And if I look in your direction
I'm just looking, you not special
I got partners who got pressure
We just fucked your hoe together
Drop the numbers on the brick
I brought the load in with no effort

I just flew to Mexi', Cali
I won't be home in a month
You know your friend, she call me zaddy
I can tell she wanna fuck
All that hating shit won't stop me
You know I do what I want
She want Baby, she want Brasi
She don't know which one she want

I want a bag, you want my bag
So we chasing the same thing
I did you bad, okay, my bad, baby
This ain't the same thing
You wanna stand on side a nigga
You knowing my name ring
All these diamonds blind a nigga
My watch and my chain bling

You gon' stand on side a nigga, yeah
You gon' stand on side a nigga, yeah
Bet you gon' stand on side a nigga
You knowing my name ring
I want a bag, you want my bag
So we chasing the same thing

Ho, ho, you know I'm pressure when I step out
Somebody take a picture to the jail
I'm 'bout to mail out
Upright, independent feelings
I don't care 'bout what you care 'bout
Gotta focus on my children
When I can, I try to help out

Some people feeling left out
I'm grinding all last year
If you know me then you know
'Bout my year before that year
I was locked behind the fence
Being discriminated against
Now I got entertainment
Women wanna be intimate with the kid

Wanna be intimate with the kid
I been workin' out on my heart
I'm trying diligently to forget
Then remember what you did
It's been difficult for to forgive
Finally, I understand it
We come from two different planets
Keeping it platinum so demanding

I want a bag, you want my bag
So we chasing the same thing
I did you bad, okay, my bad, baby
This ain't the same thing
You wanna stand on side a nigga
You knowing my name ring
All these diamonds blind a nigga
My watch and my chain bling

You gon' stand on side a nigga, yeah
You gon' stand on side a nigga, yeah
Bet you gon' stand on side a nigga
You knowing my name ring
I want a bag, you want my bag
So we chasing the same thing