Greedym2 - In My Bag Lyrics

Aye, aye, im really in ma bag
Aye, im really in my bag
Aye, im really in my bag, now these f*ck niggas gettin mad
Im in my bag lil bitch aint no conversation
Get ya bitch off my dick i need ventilation
Im on my shit get on yours why you niggas hatin
Too busy watchin wha im doin man dat shii amazin
I was broke had to figure out how to get a bag
Nd we goin flip flip flip we goin get it back
I took his bitch now he askin can her get her back
I told him No return policy now he really sad
Aye, aye, im really in ma bag
Aye im really in ma bag
Aye im really in ma bag
Now these f*ck niggas gettin mad
Nd she goin hop on the dick wit no saddle her pussy wet like a boat, with no paddle
She got da best head in town, 5 star you tryna win get in, my car
The bread poppin up quick, pop tart
Nd Imma rock out with the stick , rock star
He as soft as a pillow, he not hard
How u goin breathe with no air, jordin sparks
She goin ride a young nigga dick into da sunset
Nd how she a hoe and u aint even f*ck yet
Big chop in yo hand nd you aint bust yet
All these chains on my neck i aint tuck yet stupid
I was down on my ass but im up now
Tell me why all these bitches wanna f*ck now
Nd you score on my side imma touchdown. pick 6 pick 6 bitch we up now
Sike i lied you cant score we interfering
Magic trick wit the stick you niggas disappearin
Yo pockets lookin broke nd it aint really healin
On my way to da dough thats how im really feelin
Aye, aye, im really in ma bag
Aye im really in ma bag
Aye im really in ma bag
Now these f*ck niggas gettin mad