Trap
You know what I need
Racks!
Cash
Woo
I might pop a perc and just go crazy
F*cking on your bitch like I want babies
Diamonds hit like Rocky bitch I'm famous
Walking with a hundred bitch I made it
Leaning and tripping on two pills
Sippin' on pints of the double seal
They told me to stop but I'm sippin' still
Yo hoe putting up but she know the drill
Momma' said be patient
I had no Mercedes
I was on the block I trapped that rock, like back in the 80s
Just know that I pour up a whole pint
Like f*ck it I'm back on the dirty Sprite
I'm catching the plays like Jerry Rice
My young niggas killing might take your life
My teachers said I couldn't do right
Pull up in Porsche and it's all white
I'm all in her head like f*cking lice
Play with the money you pay the price
[Hook:]
What you do? I just want a bag with the cash in it
In the kitchen with no dishes but some bad bitches
I just want a bag with the cash in it
How we living, go and get it did up them digits
I just want a bag with the cash in it
I need my money on time, each and every dime
I just want a bag with the cash in it
Just need a bitch that can die with me
I might pop a xan and just go lazy
But I got them workers so they pay me
I got all these bitches like I'm pimpin'
And your baby momma' now she drippin'
Walking around with a lot of cash
Rari' I ride with a paper tag
Momma' she said that I'm living fast
I need to slow down but I do the dash
Put my wrist in it when I'm whippin' up
I got your bitch she gon' cook it up
F*ckin her all on the furniture
She don't speak no English a foreigner
Bitch quit playing I'm dangerous
I got the molly and Katie
I'm f*ckin her she call me baby
Ain't go for it, you better pay me
Dressed in Givenchy I'm dabbing
Bricks disappearing no magic
You talking my money it's savage
A whole lotta' racks because I gotta have it
[Hook:]
What you do? I just want a bag with the cash in it
In the kitchen with no dishes but some bad bitches
I just want a bag with the cash in it
How we living, go and get it did up them digits
I just want a bag with the cash in it
I need my money on time, each and every dime
I just want a bag with the cash in it
Just need a bitch that can die with me
Rich the Kid - That Bag Lyrics
Rich the Kid - That Bag Lyrics
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Trap
You know what I need
Racks!
Cash
Woo
I might pop a perc and just go crazy
F*cking on your bitch like I want babies
Diamonds hit like Rocky bitch I'm famous
Walking with a hundred bitch I made it
Leaning and tripping on two pills
Sippin' on pints of the double seal
They told me to stop but I'm sippin' still
Yo hoe putting up but she know the drill
Momma' said be patient
I had no Mercedes
I was on the block I trapped that rock, like back in the 80s
Just know that I pour up a whole pint
Like f*ck it I'm back on the dirty Sprite
I'm catching the plays like Jerry Rice
My young niggas killing might take your life
My teachers said I couldn't do right
Pull up in Porsche and it's all white
I'm all in her head like f*cking lice
Play with the money you pay the price
[Hook:]
What you do? I just want a bag with the cash in it
In the kitchen with no dishes but some bad bitches
I just want a bag with the cash in it
How we living, go and get it did up them digits
I just want a bag with the cash in it
I need my money on time, each and every dime
I just want a bag with the cash in it
Just need a bitch that can die with me
I might pop a xan and just go lazy
But I got them workers so they pay me
I got all these bitches like I'm pimpin'
And your baby momma' now she drippin'
Walking around with a lot of cash
Rari' I ride with a paper tag
Momma' she said that I'm living fast
I need to slow down but I do the dash
Put my wrist in it when I'm whippin' up
I got your bitch she gon' cook it up
F*ckin her all on the furniture
She don't speak no English a foreigner
Bitch quit playing I'm dangerous
I got the molly and Katie
I'm f*ckin her she call me baby
Ain't go for it, you better pay me
Dressed in Givenchy I'm dabbing
Bricks disappearing no magic
You talking my money it's savage
A whole lotta' racks because I gotta have it
[Hook:]
What you do? I just want a bag with the cash in it
In the kitchen with no dishes but some bad bitches
I just want a bag with the cash in it
How we living, go and get it did up them digits
I just want a bag with the cash in it
I need my money on time, each and every dime
I just want a bag with the cash in it
Just need a bitch that can die with me
You know what I need
Racks!
Cash
Woo
I might pop a perc and just go crazy
F*cking on your bitch like I want babies
Diamonds hit like Rocky bitch I'm famous
Walking with a hundred bitch I made it
Leaning and tripping on two pills
Sippin' on pints of the double seal
They told me to stop but I'm sippin' still
Yo hoe putting up but she know the drill
Momma' said be patient
I had no Mercedes
I was on the block I trapped that rock, like back in the 80s
Just know that I pour up a whole pint
Like f*ck it I'm back on the dirty Sprite
I'm catching the plays like Jerry Rice
My young niggas killing might take your life
My teachers said I couldn't do right
Pull up in Porsche and it's all white
I'm all in her head like f*cking lice
Play with the money you pay the price
[Hook:]
What you do? I just want a bag with the cash in it
In the kitchen with no dishes but some bad bitches
I just want a bag with the cash in it
How we living, go and get it did up them digits
I just want a bag with the cash in it
I need my money on time, each and every dime
I just want a bag with the cash in it
Just need a bitch that can die with me
I might pop a xan and just go lazy
But I got them workers so they pay me
I got all these bitches like I'm pimpin'
And your baby momma' now she drippin'
Walking around with a lot of cash
Rari' I ride with a paper tag
Momma' she said that I'm living fast
I need to slow down but I do the dash
Put my wrist in it when I'm whippin' up
I got your bitch she gon' cook it up
F*ckin her all on the furniture
She don't speak no English a foreigner
Bitch quit playing I'm dangerous
I got the molly and Katie
I'm f*ckin her she call me baby
Ain't go for it, you better pay me
Dressed in Givenchy I'm dabbing
Bricks disappearing no magic
You talking my money it's savage
A whole lotta' racks because I gotta have it
[Hook:]
What you do? I just want a bag with the cash in it
In the kitchen with no dishes but some bad bitches
I just want a bag with the cash in it
How we living, go and get it did up them digits
I just want a bag with the cash in it
I need my money on time, each and every dime
I just want a bag with the cash in it
Just need a bitch that can die with me