That Bag (Explicit)
Rich The Kid"That Bag (Explicit)" is a song by Rich The Kid, released in 2016 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:22 long and contains 60 lines and 469 words.
Lyrics
0:04Trap
0:06You know what I need
0:08Racks
0:10Cash
0:13Woo
0:14I might pop a perk and just go crazy
0:17F**king on your b**ch like I want babies
0:20Diamonds hit like rocky b**ch I'm famous
0:24Walking with a hundred b**ch I made it
0:26Leaning and tripping on two pills
0:28Sippin' on pints of the double seal
0:29They told me to stop but I'm sippin' still
0:31Yo hoe putting up but she know the drill
0:32Momma' said be patient
0:34I had no Mercedes
0:36I was on the block I trapped that rock like back in the 80s
0:39Just know that I pour up a whole pint
0:41Like f**k it I'm back on the dirty sprite
0:43I'm catching the plays like jerry rice
0:44My young niggas killing might take your life
0:46My teachers said I couldn't do right
0:47Pull up in Porsche and it's all white
0:49I'm all in her head like f**king lice
0:50Play with the money you pay the price
0:52What you do I just want a bag with the cash in it
0:56In the kitchen with no dishes but some bad b**ches
0:59I just want a bag with the cash in it
1:03How we living go and get it adding up them digits
1:06I just want a bag with the cash in it
1:09I need my money on time each and every dime
1:13I just want a bag with the cash in it
1:16Just need a b**ch that can dab with me
1:20I might pop a xan and just go lazy
1:23But I got them workers so they pay me
1:26I got all these b**ches like I'm pimpin'
1:29And your baby momma' now she drippin'
1:32Walking around with a lot of cash
1:34Rari' I ride with a paper tag
1:35Momma' she said that I'm living fast
1:36I need to slow down but I do the dash
1:39Put my wrist in it when I'm whippin' up
1:40I got your b**ch she gon' cook it up
1:42F**king her all on the furniture
1:43She don't speak no English a foreigner
1:45B**ch quit playing I'm dangerous
1:47I got the molly and Katie
1:48I'm f**king her she call me baby
1:50Ain't go for it you better pay me
1:51Dressed in Givenchy I'm dabbing
1:53Bricks disappearing no magic
1:55You talking my money it's savage
1:56A whole lotta' racks cause I gotta have it
1:58What you do I just want a bag with the cash in it
2:02In the kitchen with no dishes but some bad b**ches
2:05I just want a bag with the cash in it
2:08How we living go and get it adding up them digits
2:11I just want a bag with the cash in it
2:15I need my money on time each and every dime
2:18I just want a bag with the cash in it
2:22Just need a b**ch that can dab with me
Trap You know what I need Racks Cash Woo I might pop a perk and just go crazy F**king on your b**ch like I want babies Diamonds hit like rocky b**ch I'm famous Walking with a hundred b**ch I made it Leaning and tripping on two pills Sippin' on pints of the double seal They told me to stop but I'm sippin' still Yo hoe putting up but she know the drill Momma' said be patient I had no Mercedes I was on the block I trapped that rock like back in the 80s Just know that I pour up a whole pint Like f**k it I'm back on the dirty sprite I'm catching the plays like jerry rice My young niggas killing might take your life My teachers said I couldn't do right Pull up in Porsche and it's all white I'm all in her head like f**king lice Play with the money you pay the price What you do I just want a bag with the cash in it In the kitchen with no dishes but some bad b**ches I just want a bag with the cash in it How we living go and get it adding up them digits I just want a bag with the cash in it I need my money on time each and every dime I just want a bag with the cash in it Just need a b**ch that can dab with me I might pop a xan and just go lazy But I got them workers so they pay me I got all these b**ches like I'm pimpin' And your baby momma' now she drippin' Walking around with a lot of cash Rari' I ride with a paper tag Momma' she said that I'm living fast I need to slow down but I do the dash Put my wrist in it when I'm whippin' up I got your b**ch she gon' cook it up F**king her all on the furniture She don't speak no English a foreigner B**ch quit playing I'm dangerous I got the molly and Katie I'm f**king her she call me baby Ain't go for it you better pay me Dressed in Givenchy I'm dabbing Bricks disappearing no magic You talking my money it's savage A whole lotta' racks cause I gotta have it What you do I just want a bag with the cash in it In the kitchen with no dishes but some bad b**ches I just want a bag with the cash in it How we living go and get it adding up them digits I just want a bag with the cash in it I need my money on time each and every dime I just want a bag with the cash in it Just need a b**ch that can dab with me
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