(Verse 1)
Yo, I’m rollin’ deep, pockets stuffed with green,
Plastic bag money, livin’ outta dreams.
Thugs in the back, countin’ racks like a pro,
Ballin’ on these bitches, we steal the whole show.
Chasin' paper, no cap, ain't no time for slack,
Flexin’ on these niggas, we put the grind on the map.
Got that hustle in my veins, never run from the pain,
Plastic bag dreams, now we poppin’ champagne.
(Hook)
Ayy, we stackin' that plastic bag money,
Runnin' wild, ain't a damn thing funny.
From the corner to the block, we gettin' that dough,
Flexin' hard, let the whole world know!
(Verse 2)
Stash it in the bag, that’s how we ride,
Ain’t no shame in the hustle, it’s our pride.
Street lights flashin’, we livin’ for the thrill,
Bitches lookin’ at us like we king of the hill.
Niggas talkin' tough, but they ain't on our level,
Plastic bag money, we twist like the devil.
From the block to the booth, we breakin' the mold,
With a fire in our hearts, watch our empire unfold.
(Hook)
Ayy, we stackin' that plastic bag money,
Runnin' wild, ain't a damn thing funny.
From the corner to the block, we gettin' that dough,
Flexin' hard, let the whole world know!
(Verse 3)
Ayy, I’m the king of this jungle, hear my roar,
Plastic bag money, that’s what we fightin’ for.
Flexin’ on these haters, they can’t touch my grind,
I’m the alpha, the beast, one of a kind.
Countin’ every cent, stackin’ paper like bricks,
Bitches want the recipe, but they can’t handle the tricks.
We livin’ high stakes, no time for the fake,
Plastic bag money, watch the throne shake.
(Hook)
Ayy, we stackin' that plastic bag money,
Runnin' wild, ain't a damn thing funny.
From the corner to the block, we gettin' that dough,
Flexin' hard, let the whole world know!
(Verse 4)
In the game, we play hard, no time for the weak,
Bags full of blessings, we the ones that they seek.
Thuggin’ through the night, burnin’ bright like a flame,
Plastic bag money, remember the name.
Ain't no stoppin' this hustle, we relentless, it’s fact,
Got the world on our back, ain’t no lookin’ back.
So raise your glass high, toast to the grind,
Plastic bag legacy, forever intertwined.
(Hook)
Ayy, we stackin' that plastic bag money,
Runnin' wild, ain't a damn thing funny.
From the corner to the block, we gettin' that dough,
Flexin' hard, let the whole world know!
(Outro)
Yeah, we livin’ life bold, never playin' it small,
Plastic bag money, we stand, we won't fall.
From the streets to the top, hear the world scream,
Count that plastic bag cash, livin’ the dream!
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