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Paroles de la chanson Bag par Rod Wave
[Rod Wave]
Get a bag jit
Show ya ass for the times you ain’t had shit
Get that cash jit
Get that money
Talking 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 roadrunnin’
[Rod Wave]
Look, I’m forever roadrunnin’
Stack that cheddar, better know the crackas comin’
Get a bag jit
Show ya ass for the times you ain’t had shit
Get that cash jit
Get that money
Talking 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 roadrunnin’
[Rod Wave]
Look, I’m forever roadrunnin’
Stack that cheddar, better know the crackas comin’
Don’t ya ever let up jit go get that money
Talking 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
Talking 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
[Rod Wave]
Get a bag jit
Show ya ass for the times you ain’t had shit
Get that cash jit
Get that money
Talking 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 roadrunnin’
Now I ball like Gasol or Robert Horry
Now I ball like Gasol or Robert Horry
[Rod Wave]
Get a bag jit
Show ya ass for the times you ain’t had shit
Get that cash jit
Get that money
Talking 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 roadrunnin’
[Glokknine]
Uh, aye, 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, aye I’m quick to pull a prank jit
I was on that ketchup suuwoo 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
Uh, aye, 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, aye I’m quick to pull a prank jit
I was on that ketchup suuwoo 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 aye, money make the world go ‘round
I bet that bag put yo’ dick in the ground
Aye yeah
This Lacoste and it cost me
My shooters, they ain’t worried ‘bout no price, they gon’ off ‘em
Uh aye, money make the world go ‘round
I bet that bag put yo’ dick in the ground
Aye yeah
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