Meek Mill, YBS Skola - Blow a Bag lyrics

Gang, gang, gang gang, gang
That be Maaly Raw

Countin' up that bag
Feel like I'm made for this shit (Shit)
Remember I was broke
I really prayed for that shit (Shit)
Now I got that Ghost
I had to save for that shit
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Just a young drip nigga gettin'
Paid for that shit
Gang, gang, gang (Gang, gang)
Gettin' paid for this shit
I know one thing ‘bout them suckers
They gon' hate when you rich
I know one thing ‘bout my niggas
They gon' stay with them bricks
In a mansion out in Cali
Gettin' laid like some chips

Gang, gang, gang
Started from the pavement and shit (Shit)
Let me out that Alturas
I cut my wave in this bitch (Jheeze)
Spend some cash, Bentley truck
I had to weight for that shit
When it drop, I get in fights
I'm on the Mayweather list (O oh)
Me and lil' Chino up in Valentino
(What we doin'?) blowin' cash
Bussin' up under her like Al Pachino (Boss)
Roll the dice, I buss a seven
I ain't playin' Debo (Woo)
Half a milli diamond chains
Ain't no Cuban kilos
Ain't no love for no opps (Opps)
Sub nose and chops (Brrr)
Yeah, nigga, what's poppin'? (Brrr)
Hate to tell you I ain't really
The trenches and all the diamonds (What?)
That's why they robbin' (Why?)
Fuck around and get bodied (Brrr)
Niggas know this big bank
I loan you money no problem (No problem)
Beat a body in the court room
Then swing dance like Bobby (Swing)
Money dance like Renzel (Renzel)
Make a movie like Denzel (Denzel)
Nigga say I took ten Ls
But I bounce back with like ten mil', like

Countin' up that bag
Feel like I'm made for this shit (Shit)
Remember I was broke
I really prayed for that shit (Shit)
Now I got that Ghost
I had to save for that shit
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Just a young drip nigga gettin'
Paid for that shit
Gang, gang, gang (Gang, gang)
Gettin' paid for this shit
I know one thing ‘bout them suckers
They gon' hate when you rich
I know one thing ‘bout my niggas
They gon' stay with them bricks
In a mansion out in Cali
Gettin' laid like some chips
Gang, gang, gang

Me and Meek Milly in Philly
Just landed in the DR
Call my young boy up, man
Like someone bring a CR
Just some young niggas from the hood
Ballin' with a check (Ballin', ballin')
I got that iced out assed Rollie
He got that iced out assed Patek
(Bling, bling) in two days, bitch
We went from on a yacht to on a jet (Woo)
Only thing I would fuckin' miss
Is Truz and Nex (My Nex)
I was made to hit niggas
Chicks ‘cause I do it better
I was made to rock Louis V
Now I know the sweater (Woo)
In and out my city, man
I swear I got keep that Beretta
That's on camera
Rockin' diamonds when you
Really gettin' cheddar
I'm experienced with this shit
(yeah) , I ain't new to this (yeah)
I'm true to this
You might catch a 30 clip if
You think you snatchin' this (Brr, more)
Bitch, I'm in the club performin'
With my shit on stage (That way)
Demons in the crowd, I give ‘em that wink
They gon' rage (yeah)
Woo, I was made for that shit
We was never gettin' fronted, we
Was payin' for them bricks, nigga

Countin' up that bag
Feel like I'm made for this shit (Shit)
Remember I was broke
I really prayed for that shit (Shit)
Now I got that Ghost
I had to save for that shit
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Just a young drip nigga gettin'
Paid for that shit
Gang, gang, gang (Gang, gang)
Gettin' paid for this shit
I know one thing ‘bout them suckers
They gon' hate when you rich
I know one thing ‘bout my niggas
They gon' stay with them bricks
In a mansion out in Cali
Gettin' laid like some chips
Gang, gang, gang