​in my bag lyrics

All these haters mad cuz I'm finally in my bag
Flexing all on purpose, and all my b*tches bad
Running up a check, countin commas in my jag
Throwin all these racks I don’t ever check the tag
All these haters mad cuz I'm finally in my bag
Flexing all on purpose, and all my b*tches bad
Running up a check, countin commas in my jag
Throwin all these racks I don't ever check the tag

Run up the bag I’m an Athlete yuh
Talkin that sh*t don't impress me
Diamonds be dancing like backstreet
I gotcho girl in my backseat
Billy got drip like a faucet
You had the sauce but you lost it
All of my cars exotic yuh
Im witcho mom in the mosh pit

You already know what the f*ck going on
It's Billy, we going crazy
Aye
How come everything I make go so hard?

All these views got me feeling like a star
I'm blowin up that's why they say I'm going far
All my music slaps all yo music sub-par
I don't even need to rap I just do this when bored
All these haters mad cuz I'm finally in my bag
Flexing all on purpose, and all my b*tches bad
Running up a check, countin commas in my jag
Throwin all these racks I don’t ever check the tag