[Chorus]
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
Hold up (Skrrt), spinning (Skrrt)
Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
Real n*ggas in the building
Winning, winning, winning, winning
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
Hold up (Skrrt), spinning (Skrrt)
Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
Real n*ggas in the building
Winning, winning, winning, winning
[Verse]
I put my hand in my bag, I know these n*ggas is mad
My b*tch is looking too bad, we just keep popping these tags
They keep on calling my phone, last year I ain't have a home
Now I got b*tches on b*tches on b*tches on b*tches on b*tches, I do what I want
Sit on the throne, I am a king, baby, I'm gone
Try to catch up with a n*gga, but it's not gon' happen 'cause, baby, I wanna be 'lone
Too much drip, too much drip when I walk through
And my Rollie looking icy, I got hunnids, yeah, they blue
Now when I go to the club, these b*tches they wanna f*ck
This sh*t too easy, I swear, I'ma kill it, I'ma kill it this year
Yeah, you know the villain is here, yeah, I ain't got nothing to fear
Yeah, get the f*ck out of my bag 'cause I ain't got I ain't got nothing to share
[Pre-Chorus]
I put my hand in my bag, I put my hand on her ass
I told her give me a dance, then she pulled all on my pants
And she finessed all my bands, told her go out to the van
'Cause I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, yeah
[Chorus]
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
Hold up (Skrrt), spinning (Skrrt)
Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
Real n*ggas in the building
Winning, winning, winning, winning
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
Hold up (Skrrt), spinning (Skrrt)
Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
Real n*ggas in the building
Winning, winning, winning, winning
[Verse 2]
Winning, winning, winning, winning
Money stacking to the ceilings, yeah, ah
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, yeah, whoa
I just wanna see you naked
Yeah, whoa, I don't know why they been hating on me
I don't know car drive, I got too many foreigns inside
All I know is these dollar signs, I got b*tches, yeah, they hit my line
I don't wanna ride and waste no time, gotta get it, gotta get it, no crime
They know it's us, Bentley truck, too many b*tches, they loving up
Gotta look good for the camera, I know these n*ggas they mad at us
Dying hard, it's a Jersey, I know these n*ggas they heard me
Pull up I'm making them nervous, I got something that's gon' hurt 'em
Look at her wrist, look at her neck, look at my fit, cost me a girp
You ain't got money, so why is you hating, my n*gga? Just get off my di*k
[Pre-Chorus]
I put my hand in my bag, I put my hand on her ass
I told her give me a dance, then she pulled all on my pants
And she finessed all my bands, told her go out to the van
'Cause I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, yeah
[Chorus]
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
Hold up (Skrrt), spinning (Skrrt)
Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
Real n*ggas in the building
Winning, winning, winning, winning
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
Hold up (Skrrt), spinning (Skrrt)
Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
Real n*ggas in the building
Winning, winning, winning, winning