My Sh*t lyrics

In my bag now, In my bag now
What the f*ck is that sound?
What the f*ck is that sound?

Brought the MAC out, n*ggas sat down
I got sh*t I never had now, I could brag now
Got my b*tch a Louis bag now, she could brag now
Bought my b*tch a Birkin bag now, she a brat now

Now I'm sitting in the club in a different bag now
Baby, when I pick it up, you gon' put that ass down
Tell 'em you don't give a f*ck, baby, spin that ass 'round
Tell the DJ turn it up, what the f*ck is that sound?
A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie and it's always foreign
Yeah, I know she like my style, them other n*ggas boring
When I pull up it go skrrt-skrrt, that's a foreign

When I pull up on a red light, they don't want it
Yeah, I came up from the mud and my baby know that
Introduced her to my plug now she think she all that
When I first hit her up, no, she nevеr wrote back
Then I saw her at thе club, so I got up on that

Now every time they play this song she say, "This is my sh*t"
See the flick of my wrist
And I know she know wassup baby this is my sh*t
See the flick of my wrist
They know that's my b*tch, that's a fact and she stuck with me
When you in my section, fill it up when my cup empty
I can't f*ck with rats, that's a fact, that's a dub n*gga
All about my F can't put water over blood n*gga

Trust me it get ugly
If I wasn't getting money, would you still want me?
If I told you I was broke, would you start acting funny?
This is all I ever wanted, you can't take it from me

Now every time they play this song she say, "This is my sh*t"
See the flick of my wrist
And I know she know wassup baby this is my sh*t
See the flick of my wrist