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yung mal & lil quill - bags of cash lyrics

[intro: lil quill & yung mal]
gudda tay on every beat, n-gga
on god, huh
f-ck is you lookin’ at, p-ssy -ss n-gga?

[chorus: lil quill]
we havin’ bags of cash, huh
finna roll up the lil’ cookie and i’m finna mash the gas
huh, and she shakin’ -ss for cash, huh
diamonds drip all down my neck and this sh-t like a water splash
got my lil’ youngin a bag, he gon’ pull up with no mask, huh
drip from my head to my pants, no we not takin’ no task, huh
the thirty, that’s right by my finger, can shoot, we can release some rank, huh
top back, ridin’ down candler, two hundred miles, fast, dash

[verse 1: lil quill]
hmm, hop in that foreign, dash, huh
i cannot play with your heart, but lil’ b-tch, you got take off them panties, huh
strapped up, i just got hit up, no i’m not throwin’ no hands
i got a paper tag, just copped a new strap and it came with cash, huh
f-ck is you lookin’ at? shooter draw down and play laser tag, huh
i went to cali, i swear to god they gave me eighty bags
drip from my head to my toes, this sh-t cost me eighty racks
i really done came up from nothin’ and now i get paid to laugh, haha (on god)

[verse 2: yung mal]
top down, ridin’ down candler, foreign, it got a paper tag
yeah, i f-cked her, then i p-ssed her fast, like i’m steve nash
n-ggas mad that we be gettin’ cash, come up out a trash bag
took a shot, i could’ve died, boy, i still be havin’ flashbacks
still pull up in the projects where they sell that crack at
i’m good in any hood, know some n-ggas that can’t go back, huh
we havin’ bags of cash, we havin’ bags of cash
booked a flight, i’m gone, when i land, i got jet-lag

- yung mal lil quill lyrics

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