Atom - Bag$ Lyrics

She said she want money well shawty I got it
I keep too much cash so I keep me two wallets
Ran up on me cause I drip like a faucet
But she ain't want me she just want all my pockets
Running em dry she took off like a rocket
Hitting a lick could've sent her to college
Saw what I'm wearing so she wanted profit
If she want it you know I could cop it
Louis bags, Gucci bags, Prada bags
Hit it in the morning and at night I'm finna run it out the back
She want money, new designer, she want everything I have
Imma spend it ain't no debit finna run it up in cash
MACK truck
Baby better back up
Tryna f*ck with shawty better get your f*cking cash up
She a city girl you know she finna act up
She wonder where I got it well I had to the dash yeah aye
Double down
Gon put a lock on my money now
I got a check and she love me now
Try make me look like a f*cking clown
But I just hopped on a jet I ain't breaking a sweat over that I want cars and respect
And a brand new Patek check the wrist cause I'm making it wet
And I need me the rest of the check cause I'm repping the set
Woah, twisted
How did they know I was gifted
The way that she walk I'm addicted
Walk in this bitch and I'm dripping
Walk in you know that I'm winning
Walk in you know that I'm in it
You know that she love that I'm in it
But I got checks
They give me respect
Got that ice on my neck
F*ck on your bitch and I'm making it wet
Talking bout ice I'm not talking bout sex
Talking bout money not talking bout debt
Talk bout your girl I'm not talking your ex
Sliding right in there right quick with the text
Yeah, I'm f*cking with shawty cause shawty up next
Got all those bodies but we still connect
I got all those bodies from homis these shotties be sending some shots at your neck
Ice in my veins but that ain't from baguettes
Feeling like D-Lo don't play for the Nets
Love how I'm living I'm feeling so blessed
Yeah, what, I know she like it diamonds biting bitch be psychic yeah
That one night shit overnight it flying private yeah
Check the prices shawty like it wrist be seismic yeah
Acid nitric feeling type lit she excited yeah
But I'm gon do it
I ain't exclusive I'm dripping in Louis and Gucci but yeah you know that I be up in that Raf
Got all these deals yeah I'm up in the business you that I'm running these racks
Feel like I'm winning I got me the money, the paper, and I got these bags
She said she want money well shawty I got it
I keep too much cash so I keep me two wallets
Ran up on me cause I drip like a faucet
But she ain't want me she just want all my pockets
Running em dry she took off like a rocket
Hitting a lick could've sent her to college
Saw what I'm wearing so she wanted profit
If she want it you know I could cop it
Louis bags, Gucci bags, Prada bags
I'mma hit it in the morning and at night I'm finna run it out the back
She want money, new designer, she want everything I have
Imma spend it ain't no debit finna run it up in cash