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payroll giovanni – my bag lyrics

[verse 1]
f+ck chillin’ (f+ck chillin’), b+tch, i need millions
stack it to the ceiling, buy a couple big buildings
f+ck hangin’, how much money is we makin’?
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh+t, get away from me, you fakin’
money first, image later, cop the work, get the paper
shiny sh+t, buy later, grind and make your bag greater
used to be a gram weigher when i copped ounces
to move how i wanna move, i had to move mountains (yeah)
n+ggas can’t f+ck with me, f+ck they feelings, up the fee (f+ck ’em)
i’m a walkin’ brain, a talkin’ motherf+ckin’ company
back and forth coppin’, plug said he seen too much of me
so he put his trust in me and quickly got to frontin’ me
i was nineteen then, mind on a clean benz
european whips, now it’s mainly what i’m sittin’ in
probably in some low sh+t while grindin’ for some more sh+t
i ain’t got time for that broke sh+t
[chorus]
i’m back in my bag (my bag)
b+tch, i’m back in my bag (my bag)
yeah, i’m back in my bag, b+tch, i’m back in my bag (my bag)
yeah, i’m back in my bag (my bag)
yeah, i’m back in my bag, b+tch, i’m back in my bag (my bag)
i’m back in my bag (my bag)
b+tch, i’m back in my bag, yeah, i’m back in my bag (my bag)
b+tch, i’m back in my bag (my bag)
b+tch, i’m back in my—

[verse 2]
if you can’t match my speed, i gotta leave you behind
if i’m growin’ and you ain’t, how we gon’ see eye+to+eye?
sippin’ mai tais with guys, i keep they eyes on the pies
oops, i meant prize, let me not f+ck up my disguise (oops)
movin’ wise, crews in fives, got colombian ties
move aside, we them guys, y’all can run back inside
i’m a grinder, i’ma show you how to do this sh+t
if she just help you lose money, n+gga, lose that b+tch
i’m a fickle+ass n+gga, don’t confuse that sh+t
we keep a stick or two around and we’ll use that b+tch (bah)
sellin’ raw, i used to see some fiends shoot that sh+t
some would roll it up in tickets then toot that sh+t (d+mn)
lotta people just distractions, had to mute that quick
condo+attached garage with a coupe that fit
drop the top, do the dash (yeah), doin’ shows, movin’ bags (yeah)
you ain’t gotta ask when you see me, clearly
[chorus]
i’m back in my bag (my bag)
b+tch, i’m back in my bag (my bag)
yeah, i’m back in my bag, b+tch, i’m back in my bag (my bag)
yeah, i’m back in my bag (my bag)
yeah, i’m back in my bag, b+tch, i’m back in my bag (my bag)
i’m back in my bag (my bag)
b+tch, i’m back in my bag, yeah, i’m back in my bag (my bag)
b+tch, i’m back in my bag (my bag)
b+tch, i’m back in my—
yeah

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