Bag lyrics

[Intro]
"Man, oh man, you should see all the kinds of friends we've got here at Foster's"
Oh yeah

[Chorus]
I got the bag, it came with a strap, and I ain't talkin' bout no purse (purse)
They said "PnB you fell off", wait till they hear this sh*t with Murda (Murda)
New drip, new whip, b*tch I'm swervin' (swervin')
I come around and make broke n*ggas nervous (nervous)
I ain't even doin' this sh*t on purpose (purpose)
n*gga want beef, get flipped like burgers (burgers)
I just copped a new crib in LA, it came with a theatre, it came with a view (view)
I got two b*tches they wetter than jacuzzi, I got a waterfall in my pool (pool)
I ain't even graduate my high school (school), still richer than everybody in my high school (high school)
I used to trap and rob n*ggas for hobbies, but now my new hobby is buyin' them jewels (jewels)

[Verse 1]
Damn! Aw sh*t...