[Intro]

(At least I got the bag, though)

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I got a lot of haters

But they don't know that you're supposed to hate the game, not the player

They don't know that I have layers

They say my content is bland, but they just don't understand what we have

You pay me so I can buy shit (Yuh)

And then you pay to watch me buy shit

And then buy my shit

And then I brag about my nice shit (Gucci)

And act like it makes me better to have "Supreme" on my sweater (Yuh)

And it does, or I really hope it does, at least

'Cause I've been causing tons of beef and giving people tons of grief

And doing bad shit just to get the bag like I'm a thief

And brag about it constantly

They try, but ain't no stopping me

Just trying to get the bag, yuh

No shame, rap game, Mr. Krabs, yuh (Argh)

Sell my motherfucking soul for an ad, yuh

Is selling gambling to kids really that bad, yuh? (Hm)

Not for me

[Chorus]

('Cause at least I got the bag, though)

I don't give a shit about if you think I'm nice

I just care about the clout (And the bag, though)

I ain't got a conscience, kicked him out

Then spent forty thousand dollars on a couch ('Cause I got the fucking bag, though)

They say opposites attract

But all my friends would turn around and stab me in the back (For the bag, though)

Add it up, don't know how to subtract

Got a girlfriend who professionally acts (I got the bag)

[Verse 2]

Controversy is my shit (Woo)

Most people don't like it, but my scandals have been lit (Yuh)

I add fuel to the fire, rake in fifty million hits (Damn)

And most those are from people who just wanna see me quit

That don't bother me one bit (Nah)

Spent 40K on my watch, hundred grand on the car

Eight milli on the house, zero minutes on myself (Oh my god)

As little time as possible to earn that plaque up on my shelf

And even less apologizing for the pain that I have dealt (Yuh)

And people think I don't mean it 'cause I don't (No)

People think I won't change 'cause I won't

They say I keep messing up (I do that on purpose)

But they'll give me one more chance (That is very dumb of them)

I'm pretty sure I'm right, and every other single person on Earth is wrong (Aw)

And ain't nothing that you can say to change my mind

'Cause if you try to come at me I'm gonna respond (Woo)

[Chorus]

(Well, at least I got the bag, though)

I don't give a shit about if you think I'm nice

I just care about the clout (And the bag, though)

I ain't got a conscience, kicked him out

Then spent forty thousand dollars on a couch ('Cause I got the fucking bag, though)

They say opposites attract

But all my friends would turn around and stab me in the back (For the bag, though)

Add it up, don't know how to subtract

Got a girlfriend who professionally acts (I got the bag)

[Outro]

Bag, though, bag, though, b-b-b-b-b-bag, though (Yuh)

Bag, though, b-b-b-b-b-bag, though, bag, though

B-b-b-b-b-bag, though, bag, though

Well, at least I got the