BAG - Intellectual

[Intro]:

Aye this about to be the most generic song y’all niggas ever heard

Deadass

[Verse 1]:

My BankPlus on my 8plus so I watch them commas add

My circle small, these niggas square I swear these boys rocking plaid

I’m speeding to the cash yo needle like a snail on the dash

Can’t keep up with me, getting smoked

End up in a tray of ash

I’m the one they chose, first choice you niggas placing last

Young nigga still in college, still beating y’all to them racks

Fly to Fiji, with my feet up boujee bitch up in my lap

Getting bags, like we need some sleep, Think I need a nap

[Hook]:

Yeah, but we still getting them bags

Yeah, yea we still getting them bags

Yeah we wildin’, yea we styling but we running up them bags

[Verse 2]:

Taking off to the moon, turbo in the spaceship

The backseat yo bitch favorite place I’m breaking all up in her hip

I swear deep down she a gymnast her intestines doing flips

That pussy got me swimming for my life I think I need a ship

This water on my wrist making it hard not to slip

This bitch got me tied up it’s hard not to trip

They don’t love me, they just know I’m fresh out the dealership

That G-Wag matte, all black like ebony porn clips

I see yo bitch I’m pulling from the 3, like im Dolla Dame

Mismatch from the jump, nigga level up ya game

This a jungle, y’all some house pets, my niggas untamed

Step up in that hot shit you got 3rd degree burns from that flame

Small talk ain’t an option, big bucks on my mind

Can’t see the come up, must be blind, them racks you’ll never find

All black, like I’m nighttime 12 o’clock on the dime

Still getting to them bags like I’m working full time

[Hook]:

Yeah, but we still getting them bags

Yeah, yea we still getting them bags

Yeah we wildin’, yea we styling but we running up them bags

Yeah, but we still getting them bags

Yeah, yea we still getting them bags

Yeah we wildin’, yea we styling but we running up them bags