[Intro] [demon tag: “If this demon don’t trust you…” (*pew-pew!*) Southside tag (*808!!*) 808s sliding nasty, hats triplet, subs knockin’ paint off walls] [Demons whispering & growling in the background the whole song — guttural, reversed Latin, distant screams] (Demons: “Take it… take it… take it… more… yeeeahhh…”) [Pre-Chorus – both + demons snarling] [deep Texan twang]: Whole gang eatin’, no crumbs left, pussy! (*Brap-brap!*) [high pitch male voice-]: We up now, fuck the rest, slatt! (*Skrrrt-skrrrt-skrrrt!*) (Demons: “Feast… feeeast… devour…”) [Hook x2 – demons layered under] [deep Texan twang]: Get to the bag, bag, bag! (*Brap-brap-brap!*) [high pitch male voice-]: Run it up-up-up! (*Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt!*) [deep Texan twang]: If it don’t make dollars it don’t make sense, gang (*Bow!*) Both: Get to the bag or die broke — that’s the anthem! (*Grrraaah-pow-pow!*) (Demons: “Bag… bag… bag… souls… souls… souls…”) [Verse 1 – deep Texan twang (slow, heavy Dallas drawl)] Woke up starvin’, gut growlin’ like a pit, yeah (*Grrr*) Phone on 2%, but the play on a hunnid, I’m lit, pussy (*Frrp!*) Used to window-shop dreams, now I’m in the store nuttin’ in ’em (*Huh?*) Mama like “Chill,” I told her “Ma, the timin’ perfect” (*It’s lit!*) Credit was a joke, now the bank account snickerin’ Turned pain to a plate, started flippin’ it (*Bap-bap!*) Dey laugh when you down, cry when you winnin’-winnin’ (*Burr!*) Lambo start spinnin’-spinnin’ (*Skrrt-skrrt-pow!*) (Demons: “Spiiin… bleed them dry…”) [Pre-Chorus] [deep Texan twang]: Whole gang eatin’, no crumbs left, pussy! (*Brap-brap!*) [high pitch male voice-]: We up now, fuck the rest, slatt! (*Skrrrt-skrrrt-skrrrt!*) (Demons: “Consume… consume… no mercy…”) [Hook x2 – demons louder] [deep Texan twang]: Get to the bag, bag, bag! [high pitch male voice-]: Run it up-up-up! [deep Texan twang]: Dollars or it don’t make sense, gang Both + Demons: Get to the bag or die broke — that’s the anthem! [Verse 2 – high pitch male voice- (nasally, cracked-out falsetto)] Slatt, noodles to Nobu, whatt? (*Wow!*) Driveway got two coups, skrrt-skrrt, yeah (*Skrrt-pow!*) I don’t post the bag, let the safe do the talkin’, what? (*Brrr*) Safe so heavy gotta walk it out, huh? huh? (*Huh? Huh?*) Built the job, bought the block, yeah (*Brrat!*) (Demons moaning: “Yessss… master… more blood money…”) [Pre-Chorus – demons wildin’] [deep Texan twang]: Whole gang eatin’, no crumbs left, pussy! [high pitch male voice-]: We up now, fuck the rest, slatt! (Demons screaming: “Burn them! Burn them! Take everything!”) [Final Hook x3 – demons take over] [deep Texan twang]: Get to the bag, bag, bag! [high pitch male voice-] + Demons: Run it up-up-up! [deep Texan twang]: Dollars or it don’t make sense, gang Everyone + Hell choir: Get to the bag or die broke — that’s the anthem! (*FULL DEMONIC POSSESSION BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!*) [Outro – demons echo] Gooooooose

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