HOOK: ima get the bag, n make my own moves, that’s what I’m gone do, shit if it don’t move, gotta run up on a nigga tell em don’t move ima get the bag, making boss moves, nigga this shit’ll cost you, getting paper that money’ll make em cross you, but I ain’t afraid to cut a nigga off too ima get the bag..

VERSE: what you wanna do, be a broke nigga that’s some shit I won’t do, all this money in the world I need a piece, printing paper shit I’ll take em all deceased, nigga please, get no relief, fuck you a leach, ima retreat, heavy bag loaded full of petty cash, on to follies bounce that ass on that molly, fuck up a check, we get it back, a daily grind nigga, we don’t relax, only chill come from the wine never spill we recline in that phantom hightailing to the hills, hit the 405 fresh off of LAX, top down in the summer, blowin that Cali thunder, bumping baby & gunna, nigga this is the high life, where getting paper is everything fuck the limelight, I asked God to forgive me, we living in sin & I know we gotta love shit but fuck this world that I’m in, gotta feel me, steady plotting on my demise nigga real shit, I get on my knees with my head to the sky God to remove my pride I don’t wanna kill shit, I go 0-5 5-10 nigga real quick, ain’t trying to pop no pills just get a mil quick, trying to move my family to the hills quick so..