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dris - point me 2 tha bag lyrics

[intro]
(point me to the bag)
(point me to the bag)
(da+d+mn carie)
(ain’t really tryna brag)

[chorus]
point me to the bag (ya!)
point me to the bag (ya)
point me to the bag, po+po+point me to the bag
i’m so rich, i ain’t really tryna brag
all the f+cking jits say “dris, point us to the bag”

[verse]
i like when we laugh together, but you cannot cry alone
just got some braids, white iverson, no post malone
when i step in the room, got the two+tone, it set the tone
when they go through my bag, they see two phones, they think sumn is wrong
why whould i flex on my teacher?
she a dumb b+tch
why would i flex on my wife?
that’s some dumb sh+t
got no percs inside of me
i’m not a drumkit
final goal?
throw my cousin in a moshpit
that’s the life that i dreamt about
yellow lamb’ look like wafflehouse
point me to the bag, know what i talk about?
empty neimans, then i’m walking out
step on the table like bobby
paris+tokyo, fivi’
you fell off like bobby
and he fell off like fivi’
for that cash, i’m never slow
for that cash, you is a ho
[chorus]

[outro]
(point me to the bag)
(point me to the bag)
(point me to the bag)
(point me to the bag)
(i’m so rich, i ain’t really tryna brag, paris where i’m at)

- dris lyrics

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