toasty digital - BIGGER BAG lyrics
[toasty digital - BIGGER BAG lyrics]
Ayo, we made it: Thanksgivin’
So hey maybe we can make it to Christmas
What you wearin’ bitch, ok
I tried to avoid them, you know you know
I go to a rack and take 8
Or 9 items off the rack
And go to the fitting room
But they aren’t gonna motherfuckin
Do it no more "How do those fit?"
"IG they fit perfect but
My personal zip won’t, bitch"
"Do you have a bigger bag I can use?"
Damn, Yeezy and Hov, where the hell you been?
Niggas talking real reckless stuntmen
I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond them
Now I’m 'bout to make them
Tuck their whole summer in
They say I’m crazy
But I’m 'bout to go dumb again
They ain't seen me 'cause I pulled
Up in my other Benz
Last week I was in my other, other Benz
Throw your diamonds up 'cause we
In this bitch another 'gain
Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth
I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself
Uh, live from the Mercer
Run up on Yeezy the wrong way
I might murk ya
Flee in the G450, I might surface
Political refugee, asylum can be purchased
Uh, everything's for sale
I got five passports, I'm never going to jail
(Turn it up)
I made Jesus Walks, I'm never going to hell
Couture level flow is never going on sale
Luxury rap, the Hermès of verses
Sophisticated ignorance
Write my curses in cursive
I get it custom, you a customer
You ain't accustomed to going through customs
You ain't been nowhere, hah?
And all the ladies in the
House got 'em showing off
I'm done, I'll hit you up mañanah!
Welcome to Havana
Smoking Cubanos with Castro in cabanas
Viva México, cubano
Dominicano, all the plugs that I know
Driving Benzes with no benefit's
Not bad, huh, for some immigrants?
Build your fences, we diggin' tunnels
Can’t you see we gettin' money up under you?
Can’t you see the private
Jets flying over you?
Maybach bumper sticker read: "What
Would Hova do?"
Jay is chillin' (Uh) Ye is chillin' (Uh)
What more can I say? We killin' 'em
Hold up before we end this campaign
As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames
Lord, please let them accept the
Things they can't change
And pray that all of their pain be champagne
So hey maybe we can make it to Christmas
What you wearin’ bitch, ok
I tried to avoid them, you know you know
I go to a rack and take 8
Or 9 items off the rack
And go to the fitting room
But they aren’t gonna motherfuckin
Do it no more "How do those fit?"
"IG they fit perfect but
My personal zip won’t, bitch"
"Do you have a bigger bag I can use?"
Damn, Yeezy and Hov, where the hell you been?
Niggas talking real reckless stuntmen
I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond them
Now I’m 'bout to make them
Tuck their whole summer in
They say I’m crazy
But I’m 'bout to go dumb again
They ain't seen me 'cause I pulled
Up in my other Benz
Last week I was in my other, other Benz
Throw your diamonds up 'cause we
In this bitch another 'gain
Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth
I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself
Uh, live from the Mercer
Run up on Yeezy the wrong way
I might murk ya
Flee in the G450, I might surface
Political refugee, asylum can be purchased
Uh, everything's for sale
I got five passports, I'm never going to jail
(Turn it up)
I made Jesus Walks, I'm never going to hell
Couture level flow is never going on sale
Luxury rap, the Hermès of verses
Sophisticated ignorance
Write my curses in cursive
I get it custom, you a customer
You ain't accustomed to going through customs
You ain't been nowhere, hah?
And all the ladies in the
House got 'em showing off
I'm done, I'll hit you up mañanah!
Welcome to Havana
Smoking Cubanos with Castro in cabanas
Viva México, cubano
Dominicano, all the plugs that I know
Driving Benzes with no benefit's
Not bad, huh, for some immigrants?
Build your fences, we diggin' tunnels
Can’t you see we gettin' money up under you?
Can’t you see the private
Jets flying over you?
Maybach bumper sticker read: "What
Would Hova do?"
Jay is chillin' (Uh) Ye is chillin' (Uh)
What more can I say? We killin' 'em
Hold up before we end this campaign
As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames
Lord, please let them accept the
Things they can't change
And pray that all of their pain be champagne