Bagg Lyrics - Young Dolph

I got the streets 

I got the juice 

I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe 

I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes 

I got the strap, I got the hitters 

Stay out my way, paper route business, hey! 

I got the money (first you get the money) 

I got the power (then you get the power) 

We got the streets (hey, hey!) 

Because they ours (uh-huh!) 

I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag 

'Bout to go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag 

Go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag, hey! 

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What is that question you asked? 

What is in my bookbag? 

That's just a whole lot of cash 

Or that's just a whole lot of swag 

I just got back from England 

I just made a mil in three months 

I just smoked an ounce in three blunts 

I pour lean in my Grey Poupon 

I never had shit so I stunt, flex 

Half a million dollars worth of jewelry on while I'm havin' sex 

Real street nigga playin' with paper 

So I do it for the streets, fuck a hater 

Yeah I threw the money on a stripper ho 

But later on that night I fucked a waiter 

'Bout to go spend me a bag 

I'm 'bout to go spend me a bag 

I'm 'bout to go fuck on your bitch 

Take her overseas with me, she in first class 

I'm 'bout to go spend me a bag 

I'm 'bout to go spend me a bag 

Boy that's a whole lot of swag 

Gucci Timberlands with the matching rag 

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I got the streets 

I got the juice 

I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe 

I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes 

I got the strap, I got the hitters 

Stay out my way, paper route business, hey! 

I got the money (first you get the money) 

I got the power (then you get the power) 

We got the streets (hey, hey!) 

Because they ours (uh-huh!) 

I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag 

'Bout to go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag 

Go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag, hey! 

I got the the youth, I got the Benz 

Was gon' cop Bentley but then I got Maybach 

That boy ain't no soldier, he act like Pat Sajak 

A nigga so fresh that I smell just like Ajax 

Ooh, I got the bag 

I got the swag in a box filled with tags 

Show off my riches 'cause I came from rags 

Jacksonville shawty, my bitch drive a Jag 

Nigga run up, on my soul he'll get dragged 

I spend a whole lotta, Louis scarf wrapped like I came from Al-Qaeda 

Fuck the rap game, I do not need no writers 

I know the shooters and hang with the fighters 

One kilo dab, I pipe up more than Rowdy Piper 

Viper viper, my bro keep a sniper 

Pop pop at your top 

Fuck around and run it up like I'm Guap 

Ay, never gon' stop 

Lil Boat take your worst day to the chop shop 

Over there on the east block 

He lives the thug life just like Pac 

I live the good life, I'm the don 

Young enough to be your mama's son 

But some hire mama's sons 

Still a nigga signing, fuck her older son 

Shout out Zaya, got my neck and wrist on pawn 

I got the streets 

I got the juice 

I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe 

I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes 

I got the strap, I got the hitters 

Stay out my way, paper route business, hey! 

I got the money (first you get the money) 

I got the power (then you get the power) 

We got the streets (hey, hey!) 

Because they ours (uh-huh!) 

I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag 

'Bout to go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag 

Go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag, hey! 

I pull up smokin' out the bag 

I'm 'bout to go spend a bag 

I count that money real fast 

I wonder if that's her real ass 

I'm on the E-way doin' the dash 

All this ice on me looking like glass 

These bitches they love me like Shaft 

In the trap I perfected my craft 

Told you niggas ain't real as us 

Told you niggas ain't seeing us 

Lost a quarter mil re'ing up 

Niggas too slow, ain't keeping up 

Sipping on Actavis 

Drinking me a codeine daiquiri 

Showed up late but fashionably 

Every week is fashion week, yeah 

Need a bad bitch that set it off like Jada 

I don't wanna fuck, I want you to hold my sack, I'll pay you 

In Pappadeaux eating alligator 

My favorite app is a calculator 

Yeah, I think I might go spend me a bag today my nigga 

I got the streets 

I got the juice 

I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe 

I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes 

I got the strap, I got the hitters 

Stay out my way, paper route business, hey! 

I got the money (first you get the money) 

I got the power (then you get the power) 

We got the streets (hey, hey!) 

Because they ours (uh-huh!) 

I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag 

'Bout to go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag 

Go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag, hey!