Bags & Bottles

Yeah

Uh

(let’s go)

Bitch get money, let’s go party

Whole team up, came from hardly

Big back end when I talk, no sorry

Wrist too cold, heart move gnarly

Bitch get money, let’s go party

Shot after shot, moves get sloppy

Whole club loud when we walk in cocky

If it ain’t cash, don’t call me (nah)

Woke up broke, that was last year

Now the bag talk loud in my cashier

Two phones ring, I’m the man here

Turn a side eye to a chandelier (bling)

Shorty wanna dance on a bankroll

Say she like the way that the chain glow

I just want the addy and the payload

Flip it by the morning, then I lay low

Still got pain in my backbone

But the pockets got fat, that’s a fact though

Mama said pray ’fore I hit the back door

Now I count ten bands just to act broke

Bitch get money, let’s go party

Whole team up, came from hardly

Big back end when I talk, no sorry

Wrist too cold, heart move gnarly

Bitch get money, let’s go party

Shot after shot, moves get sloppy

Whole club loud when we walk in cocky

If it ain’t cash, don’t call me (don’t call)

Section on fire, we the reason

Ice on my neck, different season

Hater in the corner, keep reaching

He don’t want smoke, keep breathing

I was in the trap with the same clothes

Hungry, tryna stack for a Range though

Now it’s first class trips, different time zone

Still remember late nights on a cracked phone

Bad lil’ thing in the VIP

Say she like bands more than Ivy League

Told her, “Come slide if you ride with me”

But you pay your own tab, that’s fine with me (yeah)

Bitch get money, let’s go party

Whole team up, came from hardly

Big back end when I talk, no sorry

Wrist too cold, heart move gnarly

Bitch get money, let’s go party

Shot after shot, moves get sloppy

Whole club loud when we walk in cocky

If it ain’t cash, don’t call me (hey)