Yung Mal, Lil Quill - Been In My Bag lyrics

We finna get rich and get it
I used to be broke but now I spend it
VVS's on my neck, came from Pheasant
You dig it
Should I sign for a ticket, well yes I did it
I ain't gotta sell a nick
And I gotta admit it
Know I had to go ahead get a chopper with me
Said the kids of the 6 finna bless the city
Goin' big bitch, I got the Wop with me
Young nigga play with me, I get to sprayin' B
Whole lot of chips on me, I keep artillery
I be like what is you saying to me
If you not having no bag then
You cannot talk to me
Might catch a flight out to Cali
And soon as we landing
Then we pushing up to dispensary
Lately I been in my bag
Ain't even tryna brag
But I can't let you niggas get to me

I be stuck in my bag, I ain't tryna brag
Now all these lil niggas want fuck with me
When I look back at the past
I was down to my last
Them lil niggas didn't even talk to me
Catch me a flight and I land
I'm loaded with bands
I don't drive, the valet gon' park it for me
Boy you broke, do not get to talking to me
All my brothers they riding
They sparking for me 1017, by Pheasant
VVS's I'ma let your bitch kiss it
Niggas mad 'cause a young nigga did it
Put Chanel on my bag, I'm drippin'
No squares over here, we pimpin'
Nigga don't steal over here, we killing
That's a hundred bales
How the hell we gon' fit it?
I'ma take fifty, Quill get the other fifty

We finna get rich and get it
I used to be broke but now I spend it
VVS's on my neck, came from Pheasant
You dig it
Should I sign for a ticket, well yes I did it
I ain't gotta sell a nick
And I gotta admit it
Know I had to go ahead get a chopper with me
Said the kids of the 6 finna bless the city
Goin' big bitch, I got the Wop with me
Young nigga play with me, I get to sprayin' B
Whole lot of chips on me, I keep artillery
I be like what is you saying to me
If you not having no bag then
You cannot talk to me
Might catch a flight out to Cali
And soon as we landing
Then we pushing up to dispensary
Lately I been in my bag
Ain't even tryna brag
But I can't let you niggas get to me

Lately I been in my bag
I'm not even bragging
Go big on the kid if you not even having
1017 'round my neck, VVS's be dancing
I just pulled out, dropped the top
Yeah the roof automatic
Tryna flex for these hoes and
I know you that capping
All of that shit that you popping
I know you just rapping
Yeah I hit the molly, can't strap with you
It ain't no talent
I do this shit in my sleep
I do not need no practice
We tryna get rich and get it
Two fifty on the meter, got the push in it
And I'm riding through the city
Got your bitch with me
Now find in a jet, finna light up the cookie
Swerving in a foreign
They thinking I took it
I need ten for a show
If you thinking 'bout booking
I don't walk like no ho sick
Or talk like no pussy
I'm not fucking with you, you
Can keep that shit pushin', lil nigga

We finna get rich and get it
I used to be broke but now I spend it
VVS's on my neck, came from Pheasant
You dig it
Should I sign for a ticket, well yes I did it
I ain't gotta sell a nick
And I gotta admit it
Know I had to go ahead get a chopper with me
Said the kids of the 6 finna bless the city
Goin' big bitch, I got the Wop with me
Young nigga play with me, I get to sprayin' B
Whole lot of chips on me, I keep artillery
I be like what is you saying to me
If you not having no bag then
You cannot talk to me
Might catch a flight out to Cali
And soon as we landing
Then we pushing up to dispensary
Lately I been in my bag
Ain't even tryna brag
But I can't let you niggas get to me