Lyrics
[Chorus]
Bags over bitches, that’s law
Count it up twice, no flaw
Pray that I slip? That’s odd
I just run it up, thank God
Bags over bitches, I’m straight
Money in the safe, no dates
Heart been broke, too late
I just want the racks, not fate (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Used to chase texts, now I chase checks
Used to chase love, now I chase flex
You was tryna cuff, I was tryna up
You was sayin’ “us,” I was sayin’ “what?” (what?)
Left my trust in a shoebox, lost that
Left my time in a group chat, tossed that
Now it’s rubber bands snappin’ on the nightstand
Only thing I’m in my feelings ’bout is my finance (facts)
[Chorus]
Bags over bitches, that’s law
Count it up twice, no flaw
Pray that I slip? That’s odd
I just run it up, thank God
Bags over bitches, I’m straight
Money in the safe, no dates
Heart been broke, too late
I just want the racks, not fate (yeah)
[Verse 2]
She like, “Boy, you changed,” yeah, I upgraded
You just want a name, I just want it papered
Took a couple L’s, never took a pay cut
Now the only thing I’m tryna cuff is a pay stub
Used to pick you up, now I pick my stocks
Used to scroll fights, now I scroll my block
If it ain’t profit, I’m ghost like a vanish
I can’t fall in love, but I might love a balance (uh)
[Chorus]
Bags over bitches, that’s law
Count it up twice, no flaw
Pray that I slip? That’s odd
I just run it up, thank God
Bags over bitches, I’m straight
Money in the safe, no dates
Heart been broke, too late
I just want the racks, not fate (bags)
Style
raphard trap beat with rattling hi-hatssliding bassand dark bell plucks. male vocals in a cockylaid-back pocket; hook is chantable and thick with stacked gang vocals. ad-libs ping-pong in stereoverses punch with tight doubles; final hook adds distant octave harmonies for a biggercolder finish.hip hop
Prompt
Let’s write a rap song titled “Bags over Bitches” (thumbnail is a fraction b/b), rap, hip hop, trap
Credits
Prompt bySoulfulJunction758
GeneratedFeb 17, 2026
ModelAria v5
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