[Intro: Chance The Rapper & James Taylor]
(Tellin' you now, now you're my only one)
(Tellin' you now, now you're my only one)
Uh-huh
(Tellin' you now, now you're my only one)
Yup, yup, yup
(Tellin' you now, now you're my only one)
Let me tell you somethin'

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper & James Taylor]
You want a bag, you get a bag
You need a bag, you get a bag
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
You want a bag, you get a bag (A bag)
You need a bag, you get a bag (Bag)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
You need a bag
(Tellin' you now, now you're my only one)
(Tellin' you now, now you're my only one)
You need a, you need a, you need a bag
(Tellin' you now, now you're my only one)
(Tellin' you now, now you're my only one)
You need a, you need a, you need a, need a

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Ayy, ayy, I pull up in that Elon, all these niggas felines
I stopped smokin' cigarettes, now pussy taste like key lime
Big ol' Birkin bag she could lean on like a crutch
She said, "Babe, if it's too crazy, that .380 in my clutch"
I say, "Yop, you know you my favorite shooter"
Yop, bing-bing-bang-booka-booka
Yop, we gon' keep it out of court
We run plays, this shit a sport
We some G's, we don't want want pork
We go crazy, make it work, work, work
Shorty way too bad, she want a bag and not no purse
Screamin', "Fuck the other grass"
She want that gas and not that dirt
She want that cash and I'm like Turk
I want that cash, and she like work, work, work
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