Bag lyrics

I spend a bag on my fashion
Uh, bag on my b*tch, if she wearing my fashion
I don't spend no money, she don't get nothing out it
Uh, well what's up, yuh
I look in her eyes, I could tell that she a sl*t
I know all the bad hoes see I got paper
I cannot tell you what it's worth, just know it's expensive
Ayy, yuh, the only hoe I f*ck with is in PA, uh
'Till this day I do not know if she f*ck with me
When I'm on the stage, I got more chains on than Billie

I hit LI, I met a witch, b*tch
I got a white hoe doing cocaine
This sh*t is suicide, this sh*t is do or die
I do not know why I do it
Imma just sacrifice her for the ritual, watch as I do it
She is so spiritual, she like the crystals
Balеnciaga, all of my b*tches in the armada
If I f*ck the hoе, she a 1of1 partner
I f*ck the hoe in a one of one garment
Amor Eterno, I got it in blood
I'm rich now, gotta chauffeur
Couple bad b*tches on the sofa
I came up doing what I'm posed to do
Can't f*ck with that b*tch, she emotional as f*ck
Pull up on her like Tony Montana or Soprano
Bad b*tch, she a fan though
Is she a fan of me, or she a fan of me
If she a fan of me, will she abandon me
Runway model for Thierry Mugler
If I f*ck wit' 'em, then they meet my jeweler