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Rich The Kid

Genres: Hip-Hop

That Bag (remix) Lyrics - Rich The Kid

Trap 

You know what I need 

Racks! 

Cash 

Woo 

 

I might pop a perc and just go crazy 

Fucking on your bitch like I want babies 

Diamonds hit like Rocky bitch I'm famous 

Walking with a hundred bitch I made it 

Leaning and tripping on two pills 

Sippin' on pints of the double seal 

They told me to stop but I'm sippin' still 

Yo hoe putting up but she know the drill 

Momma' said be patient 

I had no Mercedes 

I was on the block I trapped that rock, like back in the 80s 

Just know that I pour up a whole pint 

Like fuck it I'm back on the dirty Sprite 

I'm catching the plays like Jerry Rice 

My young niggas killing might take your life 

My teachers said I couldn't do right 

Pull up in Porsche and it's all white 

I'm all in her head like fucking lice 

Play with the money you pay the price 

 

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What you do? I just want a bag with the cash in it 

In the kitchen with no dishes but some bad bitches 

I just want a bag with the cash in it 

How we living, go and get it adding up them digits 

I just want a bag with the cash in it 

I need my money on time, each and every dime 

I just want a bag with the cash in it 

Just need a bitch that can dab with me 

 

I might pop a xan and just go lazy 

But I got them workers so they pay me 

I got all these bitches like I'm pimpin' 

And your baby momma' now she drippin' 

Walking around with a lot of cash 

Rari' I ride with a paper tag 

Momma' she said that I'm living fast 

I need to slow down but I do the dash 

Put my wrist in it when I'm whippin' up 

I got your bitch she gon' cook it up 

Fuckin her all on the furniture 

She don't speak no English a foreigner 

Bitch quit playing I'm dangerous 

I got the molly and Katie 

I'm fuckin her she call me baby 

Ain't go for it, you better pay me 

Dressed in Givenchy I'm dabbing 

Bricks disappearing no magic 

You talking my money it's savage 

A whole lotta' racks cause I gotta have it 

 

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What you do? I just want a bag with the cash in it 

In the kitchen with no dishes but some bad bitches 

I just want a bag with the cash in it 

How we living, go and get it adding up them digits 

I just want a bag with the cash in it 

I need my money on time, each and every dime 

I just want a bag with the cash in it 

Just need a bitch that can dab with me 

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