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plies - sackway lyrics

i don’t throw shots i throw money at a hater
i just wanna f-ck, i don’t really want to date her
just left the bank yeah i re’d up
hittas on deck, yah they just ski’ed up
if ya hatin’ on me uncross yo nuts
if it ain’t about the bag then i ain’t in no rush
worth eight-figures now you can get free lunch
why ball every day ‘cus you only live once
team full of winners we don’t f-ck with the losers

[chorus]
yeah i been grindin’ like a vegan sackway
gucci gang, gucci gang be a sackway
b-tch, i’m just leaving from the bank sackway
blue cheese in a n-gga pocket that sackway
b-tch, i been grindin’ all day yeah sackway
gucci gang, gucci gang be a sackway
b-tch, i’m just leaving from the bank that sackway
blue cheese in a n-gga pocket that sackway

[verse 1]
b-tch, i been ground all die like f-ck it
b-tch, i’m a boss i don’t need no favor
i don’t throw shots just throw money at a hater
just wanna f-ck i don’t really wanna date her
just left the bank yeah i just re’up
hitters on deck and they just ski’ed up
if ya hatin’ on me uncross your nuts
if it ain’t about the bag then i ain’t in no rush
worth eight-figure now you can get free lunch
why i ball everyday cuz you only live once
wake up every morning with a bag on my mind
can’t cl!ck over i got cash on my line
hustle for the fam i don’t hustle for the jewel
team full of winners we don’t f-ck with the losers
you gotta f-ck with me i’m like good dope
when it comes to getting money i’m the mother f-cking g.o.a.t

[verse 2]
love money so much might think a n-gga jewish
on the road so much might think a n-gga tourist
when they ain’t getting money they don’t wanna see ya flourishing
in the air so much starting to feel like a stewardess
when they come to sack, b-tch, i can be a tutor
i’ma shooting myself i don’t pay for no shooters
so many hoes at the house starting to look like hooters
if the b-tch ain’t bad i’ma sit her on a voodoo
money so dirty, b-tch, i might throw up
hoes go to yelling at me pulling up
story of my life, b-tch, i love to grind
feeling like prime, b-tch, i love to shine
wanna see me smile, b-tch, bring me a bag
i don’t like checks bring me cash
i’m just chilling sipping on a little latté
riding ’round the city getting the sackway

sackway
sackway
sackway
sackway
sackway
sackway

- plies lyrics

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