Bag Music Lyrics - Ridin Thru The Trap - Young Jeezy

Yeah, hey, motherfuckin' business here, nigga 

Yeah, all you hatin' ass niggaz 

What you sneak this in, niggaz? 

I see that you don't get your own 

It's gon' get you hurt, nigga 

If you a hater an' you know it, fuck you 

[Incomprehensible] rappin' ass bitches 

I rather listen to your instrumentals, nigga 

Bitch ass, nigga, do somethin', nigga, see 

I'm here now, you old news 

Gotta couple Porches, trucks, couple old schools 

I'll line ya ass up, push ya tape backwards 

'Coz I'ma real nigga an' I don't like rappers 

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An' that ain't this an' this ain't that 

An' bitch, I'm strapped 

Fuck wit real niggaz that'll cut ya throat 

An' they don't drink Pepsi, they just sell Coke 

All I do is talk 'dro, it's like my brain on drugs 

See me out, nigga, I do my thang in clubs 

Listen up, Jeezy got a little riddle 

Stack of 20 dollar bills, two bands in the middle 

All the gangstas, they gon' ride to this 

They gon' grind to this, they gon' shine to this 

This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music 

This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music 

All the hustlers, they gon' ride to this 

They gon' grind to this, they gon' shine to this 

This is hustler music, this is hustler music 

This is hustler music, this is hustler music 

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We don't talk on the phones 'coz it might stick 

Gotta play for the 7, call it Mike Vick 

Dirty birds, nigga, we play wit dem falcons 

Know some niggaz in the Decatur that pay for dem falcons 

Talkin' young hungry niggaz, eat ya whole plate 

Jeezy, place the order, niggaz eat ya whole face 

You got me misconstrued all fucked up 

Jump out, hit the switch, light ya ass up 

Carbon 15 wit the hundred round drum 

Got plenty for any nigga, think he wants some 

We don't leave 'em at the house, we bring 'em out 

My chain for yo' life, we can swap it out 

All the gangstas, they gon' ride to this 

They gon' grind to this, they gon' shine to this 

This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music 

This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music 

All the hustlers, they gon' ride to this 

They gon' grind to this, they gon' shine to this 

This is hustler music, this is hustler music 

This is hustler music, this is hustler music 

The hoes love my voice, make they pussy moist 

Certified G shit an' I'm the gangsta's choice 

Niggaz poppin' off, I hope they bullet proof 

Leave holes in ya, the size of a sunroof 

Mack 11 in the club an' a snub nose 

Swear to God, knock you niggaz out ya fuckin' clothes 

Lay ya ass flat like a doormat 

Niggaz askin' for it but they ain't want that 

In the rap game, takin' niggaz clientle 

White ones like the powder that I used to sell 

Give a fuck about a playa hater 

Hit 'em wit the tool, flush his whole radiator 

All the gangstas, they gon' ride to this 

They gon' grind to this, they gon' shine to this 

This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music 

This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music 

All the hustlers, they gon' ride to this 

They gon' grind to this, they gon' shine to this 

This is hustler music, this is hustler music 

This is hustler music, this is hustler music