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master p – money bag lyrics

[intro]
(it’s no limit forever)

[verse 1]
got a louis bag full of money (louis bag full of money)
versace bags full of hunnids (versace bags full of hunnids)
gucci bag full of hundreds (gucci bag full of hundreds)
i could f-ck your baby momma (i could f-ck your baby momma)
but i don’t really want the drama (but i don’t really want the drama)
all i really want is commas (all i really want is commas)
you can keep yo baby momma (you can keep yo baby momma)
i want a garbage bag full of hundreds (garbage bag full of hundreds)
i need a trash bag full of commas

[hook]
ain’t nothing like the louis bag filled with money (louis bag filled with money)
ain’t nothing like the gucci bag filled with money (gucci bag filled with money)
ain’t nothing like the versace bag filled with money (versace bag filled with money)
ain’t nothing like the trash bag filled with money (trash bag filled with money)
filled with money (filled with money)
filled with money (filled with money)
ain’t nothing like the trash bag filled with money (trash bag filled with money)
filled with money (filled with money)
filled with money (filled money)
ain’t nothing like the trash bag filled with money (trash bag filled with money)

[verse 2]
see when it comes to this paper, i don’t play, i don’t trust
i don’t f-ck with them other n-gg-s, see these bands is enough
got the trap back booming, got that a crest moving
i go hard, i’m not not soft, i’m the new jack hewitt
send that bread trapping in harlem, give me that brick and tooly
my mcm bag that versace and that louis and gucci
i’m trapping all night, night, night
yes we keep that hammer
cause i got a couple junks in the trunk
50 stacks in my clip now double or nothing

[verse 3]
that’s how we feel we got that mud
louis bag look like mud
all brand new at the mall i f-cking call you with the mug
i got this and i got that like i was getting it for the love
i’ve been getting it from the plug
he said let we split it up, fifty – fifty
you try to play me, double clips fifty – fifty
i’m expecting two bags o hunnids total fifty – fifty
but i got twenty – twenty vision we use it, you feel me
just put it in the trash can right by the mckenzie

[verse 4]
ain’t nothing like a rash bag filled with hundred
dump em on the kitchen table, i ain’t tryna count it
stack em up in bags into quarter pieces
throw a couple at my mob screaming, “thank you jesus!”
i’m showing the bank and my swagger and swagger, i’m hot as v–gr-
no limit to try and appease, the music just come straight from africa
my louis makes one and i’m hoping it’s some way to make enough
just beat our creator, and sound like a hummer, i’m probably gon’ jack em up

- master p lyrics

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