Get That Bag

By Rod Wave

Released on May 25, 2018

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[Chorus: Rod Wave]

Get a bag jit

Show ya ass for the times you ain't had shit

Get that cash jit, get that money

Talkin' 50s, 20s, 100s, go dummy

You don't owe a nigga nothin'

Keep on grindin', turn nothin' to somethin'

Get that money

Turn nothin' to somethin'

Keep on hustlin'

Forever road runnin'


[Verse 1: Rod Wave]

Look, I'm forever road runnin'

Stack that cheddar, better know the crackas comin'

Don't ya ever let up jit, go get that money

Talkin' 50s, 20s, 100s

Heard ya on the block with Bach and you sellin' rocks

Better keep yo' weapon cocked 'fore you get yo' melon popped

Better focus on that cheddar, don't ya ever stop

In a rented Tesla with Lil' Chris

He got a brand new Glock

Now that's a true story, he just bought a .40

'Member back when I was broke lil' bitches would ignore me

Now we runnin' up that dough, so, all the hoes adore me

They wouldn't book me at no shows 'cause I was a shorty

Now, when they call me to book me, they can't afford me

They used to overlook me, felt like I wasn't important

Now I ball like Gasol or Robert Horry

Now I ball like Gasol or Robert Horry


[Chorus: Rod Wave]

Get a bag jit

Show ya ass for the times you ain't had shit

Get that cash jit, get that money

Talkin' 50s, 20s, 100s, go dummy

You don't owe a nigga nothin'

Keep on grindin', turn nothin' to somethin'

Get that money

Turn nothin' to somethin'

Keep on hustlin'

Forever road runnin'


[Verse 2: Glokknine]

Uh, ayy, yeah

I got a bag so they hatin' (Yeah)

Talkin' 'bout you runnin' up on what? Bitch, rethink it

Finessing all you crash dummies, quick to pull a prank jit

Uh, ayy I'm quick to pull a prank jit

I was on that ketchup SuWoop leave a stain shit

My nigga lost his membrane, his roof, on some think shit

Damn boy, Lil' 9 why you always on some crank shit?

This a push-to-start, ain't no key when I crank it

I'm tellin' you Wave they on the wave but they seasick

My nigga, he done dove up in that water in the deep end

Walkin' alligator

This Lacoste and it cost me

My shooters, they ain't worried 'bout no price, they gon' off 'em

Uh ayy, money make the world go 'round

I bet that bag put yo' dick in the ground

Ayy yeah