MONEY BAGS by XANNYFRANNY Lyrics
[Hook]
Damn
Get the motherfucking bag
Pockets stay on hunnid bands
Gucci to hold up my pants (whoo)
Mom dont like the way it sag
Why you gotta walk like that?
Shit I gotta do to lose em rags (yuh)
Fuck all that talkin shit
I walk the talk n' shit
Turn you bitches into carcasses
I hope for providence
I am an arsonist
I am the opposite hospices
If a sucky motherfucker try me put his motherfucking face in the dirt (dirt)
Try and run up on my squad pussy boy you is gonna get murked (murked)
Aim with the cross and the AR put a little red on your shirt
(shirt)
I get money bags pussy boy tell me what is your worth
(yuh)
[Verse 1]
Rockstar lifestyle
Broke a bitch teeth now he can't smile
I be actin' hostile
Been a long time since I had smiled
Since a young child
Call me hell's child
Freshman year, know I fell out
Now i switched up
I can't fail now
Switched my life with this rap shit
Guess I cannot
Ever back out
Till I black out
Till I'm a fucking fade away
'Till I throw my life away
Imma live it for today
And fuck y'all anyway
Tryna take my energy
I wrote this so cleverly
Pistol grip it helpin' me
[Bridge]
(pistol grip, pistol grip it helpin' me)
(yeah, yeah)
[Hook]
Get the motherfucking bag
Pockets stay on hunnid bands
Gucci to hold up my pants (whoo)
Mom dont like the way it sag
Why you gotta walk like that?
Shit I gotta do to lose em rags (yuh)
Fuck all that talkin shit
I walk the talk n' shit
Turn you bitches into carcasses
I hope for providence
I am an arsonist
I am the opposite hospices
If a sucky motherfucker try me put his motherfucking face in the dirt
Try and run up on my squad pussy boy you is gonna get murked
Aim with the cross and the AR put a little red on your shirt
I get money bags pussy boy tell me what is your worth
(I get money bags pussy boy tell me what is your worth)
Damn
Get the motherfucking bag
Pockets stay on hunnid bands
Gucci to hold up my pants (whoo)
Mom dont like the way it sag
Why you gotta walk like that?
Shit I gotta do to lose em rags (yuh)
Fuck all that talkin shit
I walk the talk n' shit
Turn you bitches into carcasses
I hope for providence
I am an arsonist
I am the opposite hospices
If a sucky motherfucker try me put his motherfucking face in the dirt (dirt)
Try and run up on my squad pussy boy you is gonna get murked (murked)
Aim with the cross and the AR put a little red on your shirt
(shirt)
I get money bags pussy boy tell me what is your worth
(yuh)
[Verse 1]
Rockstar lifestyle
Broke a bitch teeth now he can't smile
I be actin' hostile
Been a long time since I had smiled
Since a young child
Call me hell's child
Freshman year, know I fell out
Now i switched up
I can't fail now
Switched my life with this rap shit
Guess I cannot
Ever back out
Till I black out
Till I'm a fucking fade away
'Till I throw my life away
Imma live it for today
And fuck y'all anyway
Tryna take my energy
I wrote this so cleverly
Pistol grip it helpin' me
[Bridge]
(pistol grip, pistol grip it helpin' me)
(yeah, yeah)
[Hook]
Get the motherfucking bag
Pockets stay on hunnid bands
Gucci to hold up my pants (whoo)
Mom dont like the way it sag
Why you gotta walk like that?
Shit I gotta do to lose em rags (yuh)
Fuck all that talkin shit
I walk the talk n' shit
Turn you bitches into carcasses
I hope for providence
I am an arsonist
I am the opposite hospices
If a sucky motherfucker try me put his motherfucking face in the dirt
Try and run up on my squad pussy boy you is gonna get murked
Aim with the cross and the AR put a little red on your shirt
I get money bags pussy boy tell me what is your worth
(I get money bags pussy boy tell me what is your worth)