I Get the Bag (feat. Migos) (Explicit) - Gucci Mane/Migos

Written by：Quavo/Takeoff/Gucci Mane

Hah

It's Gucci

It's drop top Wizop swhoo

You get the bag and fumble it

I get the bag and flip it and tumble it ye

Straight out the lot 300 cash cash

And the car came with a blunt in it ye

Lil' mama a thot

And she got a** and she gon' f**k up her bag ye

Pull up to the spot living too fast

Droppin' the d**e in the stash

In Italy got two foreign hoes

They DM me brrr

Drop the top

When it's cold but you feel the heat skrrt

Be real with me keep it 100 just be real with me aye

Eat it up like it's a feast eat it up

They say the d**e on fleek yeah

Percocet pill on me ice on my neck baby chill with me ice

Them niggas that flex in the back

Don't say nothin' them niggas will kill for me

Backends I count 'em asleep on fleek

100k spent on a Patek Phillippe

Phillippe

B**ch I'm a dog give my treat

Hop out the frog and leap leap

I put them bricks in the Phantom

My b**ch she walk around like she Kris Jenner

I used to break and then enter

Then Takeoff run 'em like the game of temple

It's simple I play with the mental

Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel mama

Canada 'cause I'm a money symbol

Walking with the racks I'm looking crippled money

F**k on that b**ch then I tip her tip her

A nickel for me to take pictures nickel

Not from L.A. but I clip her brrr

Double my cup pour a triple

Fox on my body no Vivica fox on my

I'm not your average or typical I'm not your

Look at my wrist and it's critical look at the

Hold it up droppin' the temperature droppin' the

I get that bag on the regular bag

I got a bag on my cellular brrr

Backing up bagging up vegetables

Baggin' up cookies it's medical cookies

Coc*ine codeine et cetera

Coc*ine and lean it's federal

I take off landin' on Nebula

As of now 20 M's on my schedule

Takeoff

You get the bag and fumble it

I get the bag and flip it and tumble it ye

Straight out the lot 300 cash cash

And the car came with a blunt in it ye

Lil' mama a thot and she got a**

And she gon' f**k up her bag ye

Pull up to the spot living too fast

Droppin' the d**e in the stash

In Italy got two foreign hoes

They DM me brrr

Drop the top

When it's cold but you feel the heat skrrt

Be real with me keep it 100 just be real with me

It's Gucci

Eat it up like it's a feast eat it up

They say the d**e on fleek

I know that you niggas gettin' sick of me

These chains on my neck cost a mil' a piece

I won't even like to freestyle for free

I put in the key and I ride the beat

I won't even come out the house for free

I pay a ni**a to drive for me

Jay-Z couldn't even co sign for me

I do what I want 'cause I'm signed to me

I get the I get the I get the bag

They get the bag had to cut it in half

Stop the comparing y'all makin' me laugh

Need the rehab I'm addicted to cash

Convertible Wop convertible top

My d**e got a vertical look at it hop

Skrrt skkrt skkrt

And it jump out the pot

Came out of jail and went straight to the top

Take it easy baby

Middle of summer

I'm freezin' baby

Don't leave me baby

Just drop to your knees and please me baby

I'm fascinated two b**ches so fine that I masturbated

Congratulations she brain me so good that I graduated

They had to hate it

I don't f**k with them niggas they plastic baby

I trap a baby I rap but own all my masters baby

It's tragic baby I pull up and f**k up the traffic baby

I'm savage baby

I'm killin' these niggas closed casket baby

You get the bag and fumble it

I get the bag and flip it and tumble it ye

Straight out the lot 300 cash cash

And the car came with a blunt in it ye

Lil' mama a thot

And she got a** and she gon' f**k up her bag ye

Pull up to the spot living too fast

Droppin' the d**e in the stash

In Italy got two foreign hoes

They DM me brrr

Drop the top

When it's cold but you feel the heat skrrt

Be real with me keep it 100 just be real with me aye

Eat it up like it's a feast eat it up

They say the d**e on fleek yeah