Out Fa the Bag Coolio (Ft. AI & CLAY (UK))

[Chorus]
Out for the bag
Out for the bag (That's right)
Out for the bag
Out, out for the bag (That's right, get the bag, homie)
Out for the bag
Out for the bag
Out for the (Yep)
I'm out for the bag (That's right)
Out, out for the bag (Get the bag, baby)
Out for the bag (That's right)
Out for the bag (Yep)
Out for the bag (Get the bag, homie)
Out, out for the bag
Out for the bag (That's right)
Out for the bag
Out, out for the bag (That's right)

[Verse 1]
Making plays on my way to court
She playing games with my life like this shit a sport (That's right)
And I been out here in the field, niggas on the porch
They stealing milk from the babies on child support
All I really wanna do is lift my lafamilia
I think I seen the bitch beforе, she lookin' familiar (That's right)
I spent a thousand on my shoes, fuck thеm lookin' loos
A couple bands on my jewels make a bitch choose (Yep)
And she go suck dick 'cause she like to count (That's right)
I ride around in a Jag like I'm tryna pounce
Bitch, I can make a eight ball bounce
Bitch, I can send them packs to yo' town (Yep)
I been stackin' it up in large amounts
I just let that money talk before I announce (Yep)
She don't want slack, she want pow (That's right)
As soon as that bitch get the signal she goin' down