Get That Bag lyrics

by

Saucy Santana


[Intro]
Broke ass n*ggas, please move the f*ck from round
I need all my bad b*tches to the muthaf*ckin' floor
It's finna go the f*ck down
Pop that pus*y, hoe, period
It's trap season, bruh

[Chorus]
Need a n*gga with that dough
Pop that pus*y to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that's fo' sho'
Need a n*gga with that dough
Pop that pus*y to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass

[Verse 1]
I'm looking for a baller
A big money man, real shot caller
Wrap them dollars round my collar
Oh, that's too much? Boy, I'll holla
Bow-legged parrot-toed, break it down
I want money in cash, not a yen, not a pound
I hear a broke n*gga, I hate that sound
You a joke, boy bye, I ain't come to clown
Ding ding, that's a cell phone ring
On the phone with a boss
Hollin' bout money ain't a thang
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Pull that hoe over, she need a ticket
A zoe from the south, yeah I'm with it
Keep runnin' yo mouth, gon' make me split it
n*gga don't want that cat if it ain't spittin'
I ain't done with you hoes, I'm still sh*ttin'
[Chorus]
Need a n*gga with that dough
Pop that pus*y to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that's fo' sho'
Need a n*gga with that dough
Pop that pus*y to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag, (run it up!)
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
Need a n*gga with that dough
Pop that pus*y to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that's fo' sho'
Need a n*gga with that dough
Pop that pus*y to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass

[Verse 2]
Read receipts on, b*tch, I'm a savage
I ain't f*ckin' with no n*gga without the cabbage
You got that Amex card, I gotta have it
I'll spend all yo money, baby boy, that's a habit
I ain't arguing bout a n*gga that ain't mine
Little di*k n*gga can't even touch my spine
Top-notch pus*y, this one of a kind
pus*y real godly, angel of mine
He lookin' for a dime that's top of the line
With good pus*y, so gushy
Make a n*gga wanna wine and dine
That's fine, you got the bag? You mine
You ain't going home tonight
You better tell her you lyin'
No face, no case to my n*gga
No face, no case to the trigger
Stripes on my ass but this pus*y ain't Tigger
Big boss pus*y, I'm Mufasa to you n*ggas
[Chorus]
Need a n*gga with that dough
Pop that pus*y to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that's fo' sho'
Need a n*gga with that dough
Pop that pus*y to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
Need a n*gga with that dough
Pop that pus*y to the flo'
Make him wanna come for mo'
Get that bag, girl, that's fo' sho'
Need a n*gga with that dough
Pop that pus*y to the flo'
Run it up, girl, get that bag
Pop that coochie while you bounce that ass

[Outro]
Tre Trax, I think we got one
It's trap season, bruh!
It's trap season, bruh
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