i get the bag lyrics – gucci mane

you get the bag and fumble it
i get the bag and flip it and tumble it yeah
straight out the lot threehundred cash cash
and the car came with a blunt in it yeah
lil mama a thot and she got ass thot
and she gon fuck up a bag yeah
pull up to the spot livin too fast yeah
droppin the dope in the stash yah
in italy got two foreign hoes they dm me ooh brr ayy
drop the top when its cold drop top
but you feel the heat skrrt yah ayy
be real with me keep it 100 whoa
just be real with me ayy
eat it up like its a feast whoa eat it up
they say the dope on fleek yep

percocet pill on me percocet
ice on my neck baby chill with me ice
them niggas that flex in the back dont say nothin
them niggas will kill for me
back ends i count em asleep on fleek
100k spent on a patek phillippe phillippe
bitch im a dog eat my treat hrr
hop out the frog and leap leap
i put them bricks in the phantom
my bitch she walk around like she kris jenner kris jenner
i used to break and then enter
then takeoff run em like the game of temple whew
its simple i play with the mental
mama said she saw me on jimmy kimmel mama
canada cause im a money symbol
walkin with the racks im lookin crippled money
fuck on that bitch then i tip her tip her
a nickel for me to take pictures nickel
not from l.a. but i clip her brr
double my cup pour a triple actavis
fox on my body no vivica fox on my
im not your average or typical im not your
look at my wrist and its critical look at the
hold it up droppin the temperature droppin the
i get that bag on the regular bag
i got a bag on my cellular brr
backin up baggin up vegetables bag
baggin up cookies its medical cookies
cocaine codeine et cetera white
cocaine and lean its federal white
i take off landin on nebula
as of now 20 ms on my schedule takeoff

you get the bag and fumble it
i get the bag and flip it and tumble it yeah
straight out the lot threehundred cash cash
and the car came with a blunt in it yeah
lil mama a thot and she got ass thot
and she gon fuck up a bag yeah
pull up to the spot livin too fast yeah
droppin the dope in the stash yah
in italy got two foreign hoes they dm me ooh brr ayy
drop the top when its cold drop top
but you feel the heat skrrt yah ayy
be real with me keep it 100 whoa
just be real with me its gucci ayy
eat it up like its a feast hah whoa eat it up
they say the dope on fleek yep

i know that these niggas gettin sick of me eww-ah
these chains on my neck cost a mil a piece umm
i wont even like to freestyle for free
i put in the key and i ride the beat whirr
i wont even come out the house for free
i pay a nigga to drive for me huh?
jay z couldnt even co-sign for me
i do what i want cause im signed to me damn
i get the i get the i get the bag
they get the bag had to cut it in half whoa
stop the comparin yall makin me laugh
need the rehab im addicted to cash gucci
convertible wop convertible top
my dope got a vertical look at it hop
skrrt skrrt skrrt and it jump out the pot pot
came out of jail and went straight to the top
take it easy baby middle of summer im freezin baby burr
dont leave me baby
just drop to your knees and please me baby dont
im fascinated two bitches so fine that i masturbated hah
congratulations she brain me so good that i graduated wow
they had to hate it
i dont fuck with them niggas they plastic baby heh
i trap a baby i rap but own all my masters baby
its tragic baby i pull up and fuck up the traffic baby hah
im savage baby
im killin these niggas closed casket baby ayy wop

you get the bag and fumble it
i get the bag and flip it and tumble it yeah
straight out the lot threehundred cash cash
and the car came with a blunt in it yeah
lil mama a thot and she got ass thot
and she gon fuck up a bag yeah
pull up to the spot livin too fast yeah
droppin the dope in the stash yah
in italy got two foreign hoes they dm me ooh brr ayy
drop the top when its cold drop top
but you feel the heat skrrt yah ayy
be real with me keep it 100 whoa
just be real with me ayy
eat it up like its a feast whoa eat it up
they say the dope on fleek yep…