Bag Season lyrics

[Intro: Da Real Gee Money]
Tell you this one more time, man, he 'posed to blowin' that b*tch up
Man, huh
That b*tch burnt
Why the f*ck you ate it cold? Dumbass
You know what it is
Da Real Gee Money, you know what the business is
What's happenin', G? Dumb

[Chorus: Jay Lewis]
Look, all a n*gga blow is gas, I be smokin' like a train
Beaucoup money in my pockets, you know I can make it rain
I'm stackin' nothin' but the blues, run it up 'til it can't fold
All a n*gga chase is bags, ain't too focused on no hoes
Why you hatin'? b*tch, you need to get your money up
Why you hatin'? b*tch, you need to get your money up
Why you hatin'? b*tch, you need to get your money up
Why you hatin'? b*tch, you need to get your money up

[Verse 1: Da Real Gee Money]
Blowin' gas, drivin' fast, f*ck the laws, they on my ass
All that flexin' for the 'Gram make me jack you out your bags
f*ck a b*tch, I'm tryna get rich
Talkin' reckless like you raw, watch I dive in your sh*t
Run it up by any means, I gotta get green
On the scene with my team, full of purp, on that lean
Clip, clip on the Glock, finna cop me a beam
pus*y, pus*y super clean and I love when she scream
TBG, Gorilla Gang, come jump on this train
Chasin' paper, f*ck a hater, you can keep the fame
You ain't gotta stack up blues, ho, stay in your lane
Tabs got me feelin' smooth, I'm fly as a plane
Vibin' in my zone, f*ck her, make her moan
Shout out to the Bangman, we just got off the phone
Jay Lewis hit me up with some sh*t to put me on
f*ck with that, I'm bustin', no discussion, right or wrong
[Chorus: Jay Lewis]
Look, all a n*gga blow is gas, I be smokin' like a train
Beaucoup money in my pockets, you know I can make it rain
I'm stackin' nothin' but the blues, run it up 'til it can't fold
All a n*gga chase is bags, ain't too focused on no hoes
Why you hatin'? b*tch, you need to get your money up
Why you hatin'? b*tch, you need to get your money up
Why you hatin'? b*tch, you need to get your money up
Why you hatin'? b*tch, you need to get your money up

[Verse 2: Jay Lewis]
I done worked hard for this, I went and got a bag
And now these n*ggas hate me 'cause I got a lot of cash
Stack it up to the ceiling, really ballin', it's so up with me
Who the f*ck put that in your head that you could f*ck with me?
Me and Gee Money, we some bosses, straight winnin', no takin' losses
Me and Fresh in the mall, we ballin', f*ck what the cost is
She just want me 'cause I got a bag
If I give her a lil' hundred she might let me smash, smack her on her ass
Swerve in the coupe, I'm with Big Goose, swear he'll punish you
You ain't my equal, we ain't people, I ain't one of you
I know this a whole 'nother song, but, dude, you still wrong
f*ckin' 'round with them kids, just leave them lil' children alone
Put that money before the fame, smokin' and switchin' lanes
I'll beat you and your b*tch up, that dumb sh*t be on my brain
Yeah, a n*gga tryna change, but I can't, though
Watch how you close my door, don't be f*ckin' up my paint, ho, it's dumb
[Chorus: Jay Lewis]
Look, all a n*gga blow is gas, I be smokin' like a train
Beaucoup money in my pockets, you know I can make it rain
I'm stackin' nothin' but the blues, run it up 'til it can't fold
All a n*gga chase is bags, ain't too focused on no hoes
Why you hatin'? b*tch, you need to get your money up
Why you hatin'? b*tch, you need to get your money up
Why you hatin'? b*tch, you need to get your money up
Why you hatin'? b*tch, you need to get your money up