Joey Trap - Bag lyrics

Ayy free trap, free trap, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
Bankrolls in the bag, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
All them hoes to the back

Ayy started to rap when my shit trash
Now they all mad 'cause I get cash
Now they all mad 'cause my bitch better
And your girl fuck with me too
But that shit sad you niggas never be happy
But your B and B calling me daddy
And you know I get bread in a flash
And my Hercules small
And my bitch is a patty, ayy
Can't fuck her twice cause she nasty, ayy
She treat my dick like it's candy, ayy
I can't be loving these hoes and the funny
Thing they all be trying get married, ayy
I fuck on that bitch and I'm dabbing
200 outside and the coupe yeah he lapping
Ayy 40 and 30 is clapping
Running that bitch clean it up with a napkin
Ayy i feel like a skater I'm grinding
Look at my wrist and you
Know that shit blinding
I spit on the beat perfect timing
Bitch I should glow and it
Ain't hard to find me
Niggas be mad and niggas be angry
I just be glad I'm still getting shady
Brody be killing it and
He straight from Haiti
Moving the sword and then save the navy
Welcome them all and I'm popping a tag, huh
I just be running shit up
And I don't give a fuck 'bout a slut in them
Stacking them chips and them all in a bag
Running them tracks imma run to the finish
Swear one day you're going to
Find me on Guinness i don't talk to you less
You talking to business
I'm flipping a trick feel
Like every day Christmas
Dunking on niggas I feel like Ric Flair
Three nigga's hoes in the kitchen
Rolly my wrist and you
Know that shit glistening
That bitch is yellow like Simpsons, huh
Kick doors riding up
Take shit joey Trap
Arm up fuck your fake shit

Ayy free trap, free trap, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
Bankrolls in the bag, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
Free trap, free trap, ayy
All them hoes to the back