Sonny Black - Gettin to a Bag Lyrics
Sonny Black - Gettin to a Bag Lyrics
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(Goose with another slappy)
Got this money on my mind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
That's why I stay up on the grind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
You can have the fame and shine 'cause we gettin' to a bag
I'm on my way to the bank just to chase that bag
Double-shot of whiskey, I ain't never needed chase
All my hoes got motion, nice car, great taste
Double-cheeked up, bomb hair, great face
I call her Mona Lisa 'cause the way I paint her face
Pull up to your place, get dressed, let's shake
Finesse, bust 'Dates, make room, stack cake
I had to pull strings, call shots, stay laced
All my niggas eatin' big plates, say grace
Had to keep tabs, two clips stay strapped
Racist for the bag until I see you check a flag
Game sharks, spit darts, break hearts, f*ck marks
Kick her out the whip and told the bitch, "Catch spark"
In the trap with a ratch' makin' money, countin' stacks
I'm stuck up in the streets like some f*ckin' train tracks
I'm a mack, it's a fact, always been on my dolo
Goose, Wayne, and V, dollar sign on the logo
Got this money on my mind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
That's why I stay up on the grind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
You can have the fame and shine 'cause we gettin' to a bag
I'm on my way to the bank just to chase that bag
Gettin' to that B-A-G, about my P-A-Y
Duckin' C-H-P when I'm DUI
The game chilly might need a thermal
I'm heatin' up hot like Inferno
Pluckin' chicken like Kentucky kernels
If you know me than you owe me, just hand it off
Breakin' tackles in the trenches like Marshall Faulk
It cost to be a boss, was never born with sauce
I remember hard times poppin' tags at Ross
That was then, time is now, can't lose a second
Players only live once, keep a horse on denim
Countin' all my blessings
Game in me just like a reverend, let me preach
You can find me right by the beach, in time Bahaman
Save the bullshit for your mama, miss me with the drama
Runnin' up these commas stackin' Benjamin Franklins
Niggas thought I fell off, when I been had the vision
Got this money on my mind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
That's why I stay up on the grind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
You can have the fame and shine 'cause we gettin' to a bag
I'm on my way to the bank just to chase that bag
My man gotta bop up, no face no case
Her man wanna videotape, where the papes?
We in The Bay, you know the planet of the apes
Don't bang with just Grapes
Shootin' the blade, no hammer just skates
Sonny Black, I need a fade
Ex snaps on the petrol, she spoke no English it's mucho sex-o
She left my house wet though
What you expect though? Went from my ex-ho to my next ho
We in that thang long, I almost ate her damn thong
Same song like Pac, hell, she want it in the drop
Panties creamin' on my watch
Clam chowder in her twat, I had to stop
Had her like professor, had my XO on the dresser
Guess I was readin' her mind as we climbed the bedrest
Her legs open wide, her nails gon' stride
And I'm lookin' at her thighs like a super-size french-fry
Got this money on my mind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
That's why I stay up on the grind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
You can have the fame and shine 'cause we gettin' to a bag
I'm on my way to the bank just to chase that bag
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(Goose with another slappy)
Got this money on my mind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
That's why I stay up on the grind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
You can have the fame and shine 'cause we gettin' to a bag
I'm on my way to the bank just to chase that bag
Double-shot of whiskey, I ain't never needed chase
All my hoes got motion, nice car, great taste
Double-cheeked up, bomb hair, great face
I call her Mona Lisa 'cause the way I paint her face
Pull up to your place, get dressed, let's shake
Finesse, bust 'Dates, make room, stack cake
I had to pull strings, call shots, stay laced
All my niggas eatin' big plates, say grace
Had to keep tabs, two clips stay strapped
Racist for the bag until I see you check a flag
Game sharks, spit darts, break hearts, f*ck marks
Kick her out the whip and told the bitch, "Catch spark"
In the trap with a ratch' makin' money, countin' stacks
I'm stuck up in the streets like some f*ckin' train tracks
I'm a mack, it's a fact, always been on my dolo
Goose, Wayne, and V, dollar sign on the logo
Got this money on my mind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
That's why I stay up on the grind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
You can have the fame and shine 'cause we gettin' to a bag
I'm on my way to the bank just to chase that bag
Gettin' to that B-A-G, about my P-A-Y
Duckin' C-H-P when I'm DUI
The game chilly might need a thermal
I'm heatin' up hot like Inferno
Pluckin' chicken like Kentucky kernels
If you know me than you owe me, just hand it off
Breakin' tackles in the trenches like Marshall Faulk
It cost to be a boss, was never born with sauce
I remember hard times poppin' tags at Ross
That was then, time is now, can't lose a second
Players only live once, keep a horse on denim
Countin' all my blessings
Game in me just like a reverend, let me preach
You can find me right by the beach, in time Bahaman
Save the bullshit for your mama, miss me with the drama
Runnin' up these commas stackin' Benjamin Franklins
Niggas thought I fell off, when I been had the vision
Got this money on my mind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
That's why I stay up on the grind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
You can have the fame and shine 'cause we gettin' to a bag
I'm on my way to the bank just to chase that bag
My man gotta bop up, no face no case
Her man wanna videotape, where the papes?
We in The Bay, you know the planet of the apes
Don't bang with just Grapes
Shootin' the blade, no hammer just skates
Sonny Black, I need a fade
Ex snaps on the petrol, she spoke no English it's mucho sex-o
She left my house wet though
What you expect though? Went from my ex-ho to my next ho
We in that thang long, I almost ate her damn thong
Same song like Pac, hell, she want it in the drop
Panties creamin' on my watch
Clam chowder in her twat, I had to stop
Had her like professor, had my XO on the dresser
Guess I was readin' her mind as we climbed the bedrest
Her legs open wide, her nails gon' stride
And I'm lookin' at her thighs like a super-size french-fry
Got this money on my mind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
That's why I stay up on the grind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
You can have the fame and shine 'cause we gettin' to a bag
I'm on my way to the bank just to chase that bag
Got this money on my mind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
That's why I stay up on the grind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
You can have the fame and shine 'cause we gettin' to a bag
I'm on my way to the bank just to chase that bag
Double-shot of whiskey, I ain't never needed chase
All my hoes got motion, nice car, great taste
Double-cheeked up, bomb hair, great face
I call her Mona Lisa 'cause the way I paint her face
Pull up to your place, get dressed, let's shake
Finesse, bust 'Dates, make room, stack cake
I had to pull strings, call shots, stay laced
All my niggas eatin' big plates, say grace
Had to keep tabs, two clips stay strapped
Racist for the bag until I see you check a flag
Game sharks, spit darts, break hearts, f*ck marks
Kick her out the whip and told the bitch, "Catch spark"
In the trap with a ratch' makin' money, countin' stacks
I'm stuck up in the streets like some f*ckin' train tracks
I'm a mack, it's a fact, always been on my dolo
Goose, Wayne, and V, dollar sign on the logo
Got this money on my mind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
That's why I stay up on the grind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
You can have the fame and shine 'cause we gettin' to a bag
I'm on my way to the bank just to chase that bag
Gettin' to that B-A-G, about my P-A-Y
Duckin' C-H-P when I'm DUI
The game chilly might need a thermal
I'm heatin' up hot like Inferno
Pluckin' chicken like Kentucky kernels
If you know me than you owe me, just hand it off
Breakin' tackles in the trenches like Marshall Faulk
It cost to be a boss, was never born with sauce
I remember hard times poppin' tags at Ross
That was then, time is now, can't lose a second
Players only live once, keep a horse on denim
Countin' all my blessings
Game in me just like a reverend, let me preach
You can find me right by the beach, in time Bahaman
Save the bullshit for your mama, miss me with the drama
Runnin' up these commas stackin' Benjamin Franklins
Niggas thought I fell off, when I been had the vision
Got this money on my mind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
That's why I stay up on the grind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
You can have the fame and shine 'cause we gettin' to a bag
I'm on my way to the bank just to chase that bag
My man gotta bop up, no face no case
Her man wanna videotape, where the papes?
We in The Bay, you know the planet of the apes
Don't bang with just Grapes
Shootin' the blade, no hammer just skates
Sonny Black, I need a fade
Ex snaps on the petrol, she spoke no English it's mucho sex-o
She left my house wet though
What you expect though? Went from my ex-ho to my next ho
We in that thang long, I almost ate her damn thong
Same song like Pac, hell, she want it in the drop
Panties creamin' on my watch
Clam chowder in her twat, I had to stop
Had her like professor, had my XO on the dresser
Guess I was readin' her mind as we climbed the bedrest
Her legs open wide, her nails gon' stride
And I'm lookin' at her thighs like a super-size french-fry
Got this money on my mind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
That's why I stay up on the grind 'cause we gettin' to a bag
You can have the fame and shine 'cause we gettin' to a bag
I'm on my way to the bank just to chase that bag
Writer: Anis Ferchichi
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Performed By: Sonny Black
Featuring: Vinnie Mack, Tommy Bahama, Goose
Language: English
Length: 3:38
Written by: Anis Ferchichi