[Intro]

Zaytoven

[Chorus]

Baking soda on the counter

J's at the door

I got bails in the attic

Money in the floor

Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store

Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope

Baking soda on the counter

J's at the door

I got bails in the attic

Money in the floor

Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store

Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]

Yo

Ain't no credit when you shop with me

You want some credit, leave your car with me

I tell my bitch she gon' go far with me

But she may have to take a charge for me

Baking soda in the 'fridgerator

I got money, that shit come with haters

What you want, what you need

I got pounds, I got keys

I got Goyard, that's a bag

Go hard for the bag

I got no heart, I'm heartless

For the bag, I'm retarded

Birkin bag with the crocodile

Yeah my bitch been around

I gave my bitch a real bag

I got faith she gon' hold it down

[Chorus]

Baking soda on the counter

J's at the door

I got bails in the attic

Money in the floor

Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store

Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope

Baking soda on the counter

J's at the door

I got bails in the attic

Money in the floor

Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store

Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]

Yo

Why the trap smell like onions

What's that loud odor

I've been sackin' brown bags like I work at Kroger

Not concerned with no payment nigga, what the total

I jumped out my Bentley coupe into a Toyota

Seatbelt, rental car trafficking

Blood on my diamonds, bitch I'm African

Quit puttin' your bag on that 'gram, boy that real life

You'll have them feds and them robbers at you, real life

I put my money in the ground and molded

Put my trust in a nigga and he folded

Can't believe that nigga took the stand and told

Fuck your bitch in the trap the dick she rode

[Chorus]

Baking soda on the counter

J's at the door

I got bails in the attic

Money in the floor

Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store

Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope

Baking soda on the counter

J's at the door

I got bails in the attic

Money in the floor

Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store

Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope

Yo