Proof lyrics

[Intro]
(Bag, ahh bag)

[Verse]
Young n*gga gotta get in my f*cking bag
n*gga everyday I wake up I want a bag
n*gga I love y'all but I really want that bag
n*gga I get money, yea, I really love that bag
Young n*gga, I'll put a n*gga in a bag
You shouldn't [?] man you would've been glad
Pull off in that bimmer and you know I act bad
Countin' up money old as a grandad
So fly, bimmer pull up on a helipad
b*tch just want some attention, haha, you not gon get it
You gon get the truth when this liquor in my system
When the truth hit, n*ggas wanna play victim
Big dog, AK-47 sick em
If I up this drac', then my n*gga be my alibi
n*gga, f*ck you mean I get away with my crimes
Spin that drac' on that n*gga whip if he outta line
My b*tch just tried to f*ckin' hit me
What I do this time?
I gotta stop selling hoes dreams, gettin' in they minds
Two thick hoes in thе room, I'm finna bust it down
Two hoes on me right now the samе damn time
Two hoes on me right now the same damn time
Bad b*tches all in the room with a pretty mind
Bad b*tches all in the room with a healthy [?]
I can't trust myself, why would I trust that?
I can't trust you b*tch, I know you gon lie
Look down you ain't tell me my shoes was untied
Was married to the streets, I ain't even got no damn bride
Divorced that hoe, now I'm coolin' havin good times
She sucked me up with an afro, she from Good Times
Smoke raw papers, n*gga, good times
And she got wet [?] that's a punchline
That n*gga broke the light, he ain't want nobody to shine
I love totin' this iron
f*ck police, f*ck payin fines
Yo b*tch heard me on the phone said I'm "fine"
Baby girl got it confused she think she mine
That 30 round n*gga knock em down
I was f*cked up, no you wasn't around
I got proof I was tryna hold it down (down, down, down)