F 8 K, Slime, Toby $pades - Money Bags songtext (lyrics)

І’m in my bag run up the cash
Ready for war stay with the strap
I’ve been on my bullshit lately
4 pocket full but ain’t baby
Wrapping the dope I could mail it
Toting these poles from the 80s
If your chain bling I might take it
Ion want the bitch if she basic
She good with the neck she can top me
If you see the opp then you drop him
I hang with the gang and they got me
Niggas be surfing the wave I just started
Play with these hoes, no ain’t Carti
She move on the dick like a Rarri
Built like a Barbie and most
Of these bitches be plastic
Wanted new tit's so I bought it
Really met this bitch at a party
And she good with the sloppy
Now I’m thinking about cuffing
Nah I’m thinking about copping a 'Rarri
Take that shit back to the projects
Drive the bitch like it was stolen
Driving too fast I can’t stop at no light
Popping these percs I might take me a flight
The NARCS really raided and they
Cut off the lights i love me a bitch that
Gon come with some stripes
Picking in twos i don't care about the price
I hang with em snakes they
Gon kill all the mice

It ain’t cheap looking this good nigga
Tell your bitch she could live good nigga
And we ride with the top down
So the city know we pop loud
It ain’t cheap looking this good nigga
Tell your bitch she could live good nigga
And we ride with the top down
So the city know we pop loud

I’m in my bag deep In my pocket
They seeking the plug
But I’m moving the socket
They say to succeed
You gon need to republish
Re-polish your mind
While I reach for the cabbage babble on
We in Babylon try to reach the sky
And then Babel turned into Barbra Streis
And affected all so they need a fix
What I need is this
I just wanna get a 100 racks
Floyd money may weather bags
Run it up then we double back
Pretty flacko when I’m in my bag

Slime in his bag too my life a movie
Wait on part two living so fast
I done passed you my face on her ass
Just a tattoo hit from the back
Cause I had to can’t trust a hoe
Even if it was you tryna see me
Gotta stand on a queue wannabe me
Why u acting so new i’m so slime
If you snake me i’ll pull up and shoot
Ain’t got time i’m with tr
Bro pass me the zoot

MNM don’t even kush she bad as
She walked in we all had to look
Oooh that bitch got a parachute
Don’t gotta aim Nigga just gotta shoot

She banging red blood like Suwhoop
Straight from the mud i get like Robin Hood
Soon as I bust i get straight out the mood
It was just lust tracy misunderstood
Cuff up a thot sorry I never could
I’m a dope boy i’m in love with the food
Flipping them packs
I be serving them addicts making them racks
And evading my taxes shawty a snack
Then I’m taking my chances she got a ass
And I’m making advances
It ain’t cheap to nice it nice to look cheap
Say you want beef but Eat Fries
You a bitch in disguise that’s some shit
I despise catch you
I’m gon chastise having my way
I’m Lil Skies play with my name
A Nigga dies rest in peace
To be demised rest in peace
To be demised

It ain’t cheap looking this good nigga
Tell your bitch she could live good nigga
And we ride with the top down
So the city know we pop loud
It ain’t cheap looking this good nigga
Tell your bitch she could live good nigga
And we ride with the top down
So the city know we pop loud
It ain’t cheap looking this good nigga
Tell your bitch she could live good nigga
And we ride with the top down
So the city know we pop loud
It ain’t cheap looking this good nigga
Tell your bitch she could live good nigga
And we ride with the top down
So the city know we pop loud