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mace lee - bags lyrics

[hook: mace lee]
(lee, lee)
i got money in my back pocket, money my front
money in my bag, money counter count it up (count it)
money in my back pocket, money in my front (bags)
slidin’ through the function i’ma make that hoe jump (lee, lee)
i got money in my back pocket, money my front
money in my bag, money counter count it up (count it up)
money in my back pocket, money in my front (count it up)
slidin’ through the function i’ma make that hoe jump (bags)

[verse 1: mace lee]
i got money in my back pocket, money in my front
i don’t plan ahead i’m ’bout to spend it all at once
you need it, got it. want it, bet i bought it (what?)
i eat your whole dinner as a side for my lunch
money coming in from moving pack (okay)
i pump ultra gas they like mace lee where he at (where he at?)
why you roll a blunt that smell like trash (why, why?)
and why you always acting that it’s gas (quit lying hoe)
mace lee wants properties (nah)
ain’t no stopping me
mace lee wants a whole monopoly
and a shopping spree (b-tch)
keep me in her dreams
whens she topping me, inception (okay)
that top ain’t ever stopping, i ain’t buying no protection (okay, lee, lee)
wrist ice age, whip continental drifting (skrt, skrt)
momma told me not to smoke dope but i ain’t listen (nah)
keep the lights on, b-tch we’re f-cking in the kitchen
money falling out my f-cking pockets now i’m slipping

[hook: mace lee]
i got money in my back pocket, money my front (in my what?)
money in my bag, money counter count it up (count it, count it)
money in my back pocket, money in my front (okay)
slidin’ through the function i’ma make that hoe jump
i got money in my back pocket, money my front (in my, in my)
money in my bag, money counter count it up (okay)
money in my back pocket, money in my front (in my)
slidin’ through the function i’ma make that hoe jump

[verse 2: krishu]
aye
shorty want me for the bag, aye (h-llo?)
b-tch it’s lil’ krishu got cash, aye
b-tch i got raf with the straps, whoa (high fashion)
b-tch i’m jim carrey, the mask, ooh
free lil’ tay-k f-ck the jakes, whoa (free tay-k)
i cannot f-ck on the plane, ooh
i just need me that new check, aye (f-ck on that b-tch)
i just need me that new ‘vette, aye
curving that hoe cuz i can (what?)
i cannot f-ck with no xans
bentley coupe, i need wraith (doot doot doot doot)
i put the stars in the sp-ce
b-tch it’s lil’ krishu lil’ mace (lil’ krishu)
still from the tex to the bay
2300 the gang, call up lil’ mace, lets hit a stain
krishu
20-krishu

[outro: mace lee]
money in my bag, money counter count it up
count it up, money counter count it up

- mace lee lyrics

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