That Bag lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh, yuh, yuh (Ooh, ha)
Ooh, yuh
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Ayy, yeah
Yuh, yuh, yuh (Ooh, yuh)
Yuh, yuh, yuh (Ayy, woah)
Hey, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Count my cash then I dip off
I just set my own trends like I'm Kriss Kross
I just f*cked a foreign b*tch wearin' lipgloss
She just wanna be a boss like she Rick Ross
I'ma go and get that bag while they p*ssed off

[Verse 1]
Oh, yeah, shorty, you ain't gotta lie to me
Must be doin' somethin' right, see all my enemies
I be turnt up on these n*ggas like I'm Mr T
All my b*tches stay on fleek, they don't need Maybelline
Backwoods look like fingers, that's that gasoline
You hit it once, boy, I promise, gon' be hard to breathe
Bad b*tch, f*ck me good, don't do wedding rings
And that's my baby, you f*ck with her? Then you f*ck with me
I hit a lick with my b*tch, she with anything
Raf Simons, Rick Owens, she a fashion queen
I don't judge it 'cause I know some things just meant to be
And she drink Henny out the bottle, that's her remedy
Purple Sprite, baby, you know I'm in slow mo
Oh, she bounced up on my di*k like a pogo
So you know I had to beat it like a bongo
Call me Sylvester, in that pus*y, I go Rambo
[Refrain]
Outsiders, catch the wave, watch out for the tides
Catch the vibe, took some time, now we in the light
Me and my baby chasin' money, got no time to cry (Ayy, ayy)
(They be jealous we don't care, we just on the rise)

[Chorus]
Count my cash then I dip off
I just set my own trends like I'm Kriss Kross
I just f*cked a foreign b*tch wearin' lipgloss
She just wanna be a boss like she Rick Ross
I'ma go and get that bag while they p*ssed off

[Verse 2]
Ooh, diamonds shinin' like a chandelier
I ain't ever really worried, I'on show no fear
Bad b*tch, takin' trips out to MIA
I think I like her, I don't trust her, I went M.I.A
All these plays, winnin' chips, that's that Frito-Lay
And I'ma ball, never fall, we gon' make a way
I pull up on a n*gga like I got some sh*t to say
And we like bands, f*ck a friend, they get in the way
True like religions, see no difference, where my competition?
I had to hustle off the muscle just to say I'm livin'
Mama said it's green light so it's time to get it
Bad decisions, f*ck opinions, why your boy so vivid?
Not with the bullsh*t like a n*gga name with Scottie Pippen
I cut you off, baby, I don't do no reminiscin'
Oh, you know she gonna have this sh*t on repeat
I feel like John Cena, you can't even see me
[Refrain]
Outsiders, catch the wave, watch out for the tides
Took some time, caught the vibe, now we in the light
Me and my baby chasin' money, got no time to cry
They be hatin' 'cause they see we out here on the rise

[Outro]
I just set my own trends like I'm Kriss Kross
I just f*cked a foreign b*tch wearin' lipgloss
She just wanna be a boss like she Rick Ross
I'ma go and get that bag while they p*ssed off