1 ContributorGetting to the Bag Lyrics

Verse 1

Tennille my baby, ain't it a blessing?

Back in the city doing all that stressin’

Now I'm back on my feet — hell yeah, I’m flexin’

And my money is a salad — I got the dressing

Van Dyke btch, but the bread long as 7 Mile

On the West Side, and I’m 'bout to make a hundred thou

East Side reppin’, bad btch undressin’

West Side connected — I can get you connections

I’m not Usher, these ain’t my confessions

I keep me a weapon, so keep on steppin’

I just wanna get to the bag

Being so broke — yeah, that’s so sad

Wanna be flossin’? Na, I’m bossin’

I’m hustlin’, so you know I’m Rick Rossin’

Put my middle fingers up like I’m Steve Austin

Because you know them white Buffs, they be costin', na

Hook

I’m getting to the bag, my baby (repeat 3x)

Y’all n**as quit being so lazy

I’m getting to the bag, my baby (repeat 3x)

This sht ’bout to go so crazy

Verse 2

If I hit the lottery, what would I do?

Get some weed and roll up a blunt or two

Go to my job and say, “Fck you

Fck you, you cool — here’s my badge, I’m through”

Go to Diamond City Jewelry Store

Fck one or two chains — n**a, I want four

A custom-made Rise Up Records chain

And some diamond rings — I like them kinda things

And a HoovaGang chain while I’m at it

Living like a boss, my btch got me laughin'

I work for myself — fck Kay Automotive Graphics

I made 20K from singing and rapping

Pull the choppa out — let it rain on ’em

Pull the hammer out — make it bang on ’em

If it ain’t about money, don’t talk to me

If it is about money, come walk with me