saucy santana – get that bag lyrics
[intro]
broke ass n#ggas, please move the f#ck from round
i need all my bad b#tches to the m#th#f#ckin’ floor
it’s finna go the f#ck down
pop that p#ssy, hoe, period
it’s trap season, bruh
[chorus]
need a n#gga with that dough
pop that p#ssy to the flo’
make him wanna come for mo’
get that bag, girl, that’s fo’ sho’
need a n#gga with that dough
pop that p#ssy to the flo’
run it up, girl, get that bag
pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
[verse 1]
i’m looking for a baller
a big money man, real shot caller
wrap them dollars round my collar
oh, that’s too much? boy, i’ll holla
bow#legged parrot#toed, break it down
i want money in cash, not a yen, not a pound
i hear a broke n#gga, i hate that sound
you a joke, boy bye, i ain’t come to clown
ding ding, that’s a cell phone ring
on the phone with a boss
hollin’ bout money ain’t a thang
get it, get it, get it, get it
pull that hoe over, she need a ticket
a zoe from the south, yeah i’m with it
keep runnin’ yo mouth, gon’ make me split it
n#gga don’t want that cat if it ain’t spittin’
i ain’t done with you hoes, i’m still sh#ttin’
[chorus]
need a n#gga with that dough
pop that p#ssy to the flo’
make him wanna come for mo’
get that bag, girl, that’s fo’ sho’
need a n#gga with that dough
pop that p#ssy to the flo’
run it up, girl, get that bag
pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
need a n#gga with that dough
pop that p#ssy to the flo’
make him wanna come for mo’
get that bag, girl, that’s fo’ sho’
need a n#gga with that dough
pop that p#ssy to the flo’
run it up, girl, get that bag
pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
[verse 2]
read receipts on, b#tch, i’m a savage
i ain’t f#ckin’ with no n#gga without the cabbage
you got that amex card, i gotta have it
i’ll spend all yo money, baby boy, that’s a habit
i ain’t arguing bout a n#gga that ain’t mine
little d#ck n#gga can’t even touch my spine
top#notch p#ssy, this one of a kind
p#ssy real godly, angel of mine
he lookin’ for a dime that’s top of the line
with good p#ssy, so gushy
make a n#gga wanna wine and dine
that’s fine, you got the bag? you mine
you ain’t going home tonight
you better tell her you lyin’
no face, no case to my n#gga
no face, no case to the trigger
stripes on my ass but this p#ssy ain’t tigger
big boss p#ssy, i’m mufasa to you n#ggas
[chorus]
need a n#gga with that dough
pop that p#ssy to the flo’
make him wanna come for mo’
get that bag, girl, that’s fo’ sho’
need a n#gga with that dough
pop that p#ssy to the flo’
run it up, girl, get that bag
pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
need a n#gga with that dough
pop that p#ssy to the flo’
make him wanna come for mo’
get that bag, girl, that’s fo’ sho’
need a n#gga with that dough
pop that p#ssy to the flo’
run it up, girl, get that bag
pop that coochie while you bounce that ass
[outro]
tre trax, i think we got one
it’s trap season, bruh!
it’s trap season, bruh
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