Y2K & bbno - pouch
[Intro]
I work, I grind, I make that bag
I search, I find, I take that bag
I work, I grind, I make that bag
I search, I find, I take that bag
[Verse 1]
Twenty-six shows sold out, now I know I'm cut out
Always gonna pull out, wait wait wait
I'm a trendsetter, no-one really better
Flaming like a pepper, yeah of course I lay the pressure
Hunting for a bigger bag, I'm after all the prey
Hundreds on my plate, yeah, I hit that buffet
Baby got some money, it ain't really cliché
Went dummy for couple years, and now it's time to play
Couple more cities that I think I shut down on the world tour
Yeah, really seen all of it
30K merch in a month, my money come in lumps
Might spazz, and tryna sell bib
Wrist so cold, ooh, think I need mits
Whole wardrobe be filled with free fits
I'ma pull up on your girl, but she tryna spend my shit
So I ditch her hella quick, oh boy I feel slick
[Chorus]
I work, I grind, I make that bag
I search, I find, I take that bag
Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag
Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag
[Verse 2]
Bitch I'm a baby, got Huggies on my fits
Yeah, I'm not grown up but my cradle gotta drip
Why yo' bitch, wanna give me couple licks? (Yeah)
Wanna flex up, put a diamond on my wrist (Wrist, wrist)
No records, only hits, that's some big facts
She a misfit, come and get your bitch back
I won't ever sign shit, shred the contract
Always adding digits, yeah, never have to subtract
Check up on the growth rate, lady need to hydrate, so she want a dick date?
Four point bank rate, money made me fixate, bitch I ain't a lightweight
Peso or the queso, getting rich yeah, if you say so
Bitch I like my bread, buy my feelo, like I'm play-dough
[Chorus]
I work, I grind, I make that bag
I search, I find, I take that bag
Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag
Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag
I work, I grind, I make that bag
I search, I find, I take that bag
I work, I grind, I make that bag
I search, I find, I take that bag
[Verse 1]
Twenty-six shows sold out, now I know I'm cut out
Always gonna pull out, wait wait wait
I'm a trendsetter, no-one really better
Flaming like a pepper, yeah of course I lay the pressure
Hunting for a bigger bag, I'm after all the prey
Hundreds on my plate, yeah, I hit that buffet
Baby got some money, it ain't really cliché
Went dummy for couple years, and now it's time to play
Couple more cities that I think I shut down on the world tour
Yeah, really seen all of it
30K merch in a month, my money come in lumps
Might spazz, and tryna sell bib
Wrist so cold, ooh, think I need mits
Whole wardrobe be filled with free fits
I'ma pull up on your girl, but she tryna spend my shit
So I ditch her hella quick, oh boy I feel slick
[Chorus]
I work, I grind, I make that bag
I search, I find, I take that bag
Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag
Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag
[Verse 2]
Bitch I'm a baby, got Huggies on my fits
Yeah, I'm not grown up but my cradle gotta drip
Why yo' bitch, wanna give me couple licks? (Yeah)
Wanna flex up, put a diamond on my wrist (Wrist, wrist)
No records, only hits, that's some big facts
She a misfit, come and get your bitch back
I won't ever sign shit, shred the contract
Always adding digits, yeah, never have to subtract
Check up on the growth rate, lady need to hydrate, so she want a dick date?
Four point bank rate, money made me fixate, bitch I ain't a lightweight
Peso or the queso, getting rich yeah, if you say so
Bitch I like my bread, buy my feelo, like I'm play-dough
[Chorus]
I work, I grind, I make that bag
I search, I find, I take that bag
Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag
Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag
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