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cent richees - bag lyrics

intro:money in the bag..

chorus::: °money in the bag,how it growing you dont know
°grand’out with the stack’s,how am flowing,we dont joke
°money in the bag,bag
°money in the bag,bag
°take me off,no bad gang
°money in the bag(yea)

verse(1);
-dollars in the rolls(yea)//black and rich as coal(yea)
-new cheque is on fold//riding buggy on road
-pop’out make it float//rapping on my throat
-money in the boat//cash out,that’s the facts
-diamond shining flash//dollars,that’s in bag
-empty is what we lack//crack the crunches in the pack
-we ain’t brag,in way we trap//block the b-tches from the spam
-got the bag,and hit me calm//out in bumble in my branch
-bags cooling in the mole//spree the dollars,how will throw
-shining nova,that’s on coat//money bags,rack on volt. -host the secret,that’s on oath//icy bags,freezes stone. -yeeeee ah,freezes stone//diamonds paddy geekeed the doe
-girls on bawdy or come alone//pretty girl,from hair to toe
-diamond whitney on the gold//yeeee ah,on the gold(yea)

chorus:::
°money in the bag,how it growing you dont know
°grand’out with the stack’s,how am flowing,we dont joke
°money in the bag,bag
°money in the bag,bag
°take me off,no bad gang
°money in the bag(yea)

verse(2);
-money in the bag//how it growing,you dont know
-bags with no rags//hundred thousands in the roll
-fill up energy//can you weigh me with the joule
-she wanna taste the bag//when i loved the sh-t she post
-jack me up like a drill//that’s on my dream(yea)
-jag the night we flip//that’s the years on leap(yea)
-want the over bag//give it to my fam(yea)
-lunch,i ate the bap//that’s what i like
-money made we shine//bags on made you lied
-offwhite on the toe//blacks roll on the road. yea,yea,yea,……..…(whoop!)

chorus:::
°money in the bag,how it growing,you dont know
°grandout with the stacks,how am flowing,we dont joke
°money in the bag,bag
°money in the bag,bag
°take me off,no bad gang
°money in the bag (yea!)

outro:::
push’up to the s-x h-rny made we ice
if you ain’t chilling,then we make you spice

- cent richees lyrics

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