
Bag Project Pat (Ft. King Ray)
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[Intro]
Drumma Boy
[Chorus: Project Pat]
I got that H Town, Miley Cyrus gass bag
I'm finessing, made a whole one from a half
I'm on a mission, need them M's, I need it bad
Bitch, I'm trappin', need a hundred million dollars cash
I need a bag, I need a bag
I need a bag, bitch, I need a bag
I need a bag, I need a bag
Bitch, I'm trappin', need a hundred million dollars cash
[Verse 1: Project Pat]
I'm trappin' hard day in and day out, need a bag, ho
With these M's, I can buy you a new ass, ho
I talk that shit, guess I'm the shit, my asshole
I [?] bloodhound with a blindfold
My grandma told me need a wallet, seen this bankroll?
Me and my money twins, neither one of us fold
I'm on a jug-athon, chasing millions 'round the globe
I'm well connected, boy respected, lose your life, bro
Came to get it, yeah, my neck cold like the North Pole
Chasing the check is the mission
We don't do no intermitions
Cheffin' it up in the kitchen
Whippin', them bitches they snitchin'
When you a boss, they gon' listen
Either they gon' come up missin'
Drumma Boy
[Chorus: Project Pat]
I got that H Town, Miley Cyrus gass bag
I'm finessing, made a whole one from a half
I'm on a mission, need them M's, I need it bad
Bitch, I'm trappin', need a hundred million dollars cash
I need a bag, I need a bag
I need a bag, bitch, I need a bag
I need a bag, I need a bag
Bitch, I'm trappin', need a hundred million dollars cash
[Verse 1: Project Pat]
I'm trappin' hard day in and day out, need a bag, ho
With these M's, I can buy you a new ass, ho
I talk that shit, guess I'm the shit, my asshole
I [?] bloodhound with a blindfold
My grandma told me need a wallet, seen this bankroll?
Me and my money twins, neither one of us fold
I'm on a jug-athon, chasing millions 'round the globe
I'm well connected, boy respected, lose your life, bro
Came to get it, yeah, my neck cold like the North Pole
Chasing the check is the mission
We don't do no intermitions
Cheffin' it up in the kitchen
Whippin', them bitches they snitchin'
When you a boss, they gon' listen
Either they gon' come up missin'
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