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official shottas - bags homie lyrics

[intro: young tigg]
ha ha ha
dem shottas
secured the bag alert

[hook: young tigg & wild rellzz]
i just bought a new crib, thats a whole lot of bags homie
cashin’ out on whips, spent a whole lot of bags homie
just bust down my wrist, dropped a whole lot of bags homie
and my nigga catchin’ bodies, that’s a whole lot of bags homie
i dropped a bag for the crib, i dropped a bag for the whip
i dropped the bag for the ice, and it came wit wind chill
i dropped a bag for medusa , i dropped bag on you loser
i dropped bag cause i wanna. i dropped a bag cause i can do it. yeah!

[verse 1: wild rellzz]
bag alert bag alert, im tryin to spend that shit like dae dae
top flight we on the top flights, something like craig and day day
spent a bag in vicky secerts and shorty showed me her vicky secret
pink on with a pink thong, boy i swear to keep her secret
ice on me cost three bags, man that shit got me cold as fuck
in the summer time with a coat on, shit got me really bundled up

collectin’ bags like a trashman
dirty money in the trashcan
in the kroger bag under the bag
really inside the fucking trashman
i dropped a bag they said i can’t
dropped a bag on good drank
and 2 chainz with a gucci belt
and i dont need quavo to sang

been dropping bags like i came from school, dropping bags groceries heavy dude
droppin bags like the strap broke, dropping bags like we ain’t broke
thats big money talking, fuck nigga keep walking
you want problems ill start it, put a bag on ya head leave you dearly departed
tek di wat and left wat, collect that bag you already know whats up
now drop it nigga, ha ha ha shottas nigga

[verse 2: young tigg]
tigg

so much money in the bank, flood the club make thotties sink
panties drop when i give them a wink, i just want the brain to see how good she think
bust down rollie like a swisher sweet
and the pack stay on my like a phanty, red head b-tch so i nicknamed her annie, gold chains on like i’m wearing three grammy’s

b-tch i’m the man with bags, i’m counting the cash
summa c-mme laude i majored in math
i’m popping the tags
the money keep comming securing the bag
funny money you niggas making ain’t shit
i laugh at you b-tch
my balmain belt cost your rent
you should see how much that i spent all these bags on me got me feeling like waste management

you know i’m getting money better act like you know that
i’m a project baby but i’m not from hati big ups to my nigga kodak

and i stay with a draco on go, shooting at all you hoes
gotta let these niggas know i stay with a big bag like a stripper
do money get money!

- official shottas lyrics

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