I Got A Bag lyrics

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
n*ggas mad, cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My True Religion sag
Oh I got these n*ggas mad
These n*ggas mad, cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My True Religion sag
I got these n*ggas mad, cause I got a bag

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Got these n*ggas mad
Cause I got a bag
Hoppin out the Porsh, True Religion swag
Hoppin out the Rari, let my Gucci sag
From my Gucci lense, down to my Gucci pants
Damb I got these n*ggas mad
Flexin in the club, with a f*ckin bag
30 bottles poppin, cause I got a bag
And I'm flexin with that sack, that he never had
Got that n*gga mad, and my b*tches bad
And I'm blowin on this Kush, got my eyes red
Pullin up to the club, and we going in
I got that bag, ain't [?]
Ain't no tellin, cause we flexin
Gold on my necklace, living young and wreckless
n*ggas hating on me, cause I got that sack
Cause I got that bag, cause I got that swag
[?] yo we pop tags
Yo we pop 30's, shoot him in his face
It ain't really sh*t, tell my lawyer beat the case
SOD Money Gang, yeah we in this place
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
n*ggas mad, cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My True Religion sag
Oh I got these n*ggas mad
These n*ggas mad, cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My True Religion sag
I got these n*ggas mad, cause I got a bag

[Verse 2: Doe Boy]
Got these n*ggas mad, cause I got a bag
30 in my lap, n*gga fight the strap
Pull up in that lax, all these back to backs
[?], get your ass jacked
Whip the f*ckin dope, n*gga f*ck your crew
I got choppers n*gga, f*ck your f*ckin goons
Born with no rules, pull up on your b*tch
Told her hop inside this whip, suck my di*k
FBG, SOD
I don't eat no food for breakfast, wake up, drinking Lean
Off a bean, and [?]
All I see is cash everytime I blink