Pickin Up Bags Papoose (Ft. Fetty Wap)

[Intro]
La musica de Harry Fraud

[Chorus: Fetty Wap]
When you see me, I be pickin' up a bag, right, yeah
Just another reason I could brag, right
Yeah, ayy, you look like a bag lil' shawty (Shawty)
It ain't 'bout a bag, don't call me
When you see me, I be pickin' up a bag, right, yeah
Just another reason I could brag, right
Yeah, ayy, you look like a bag lil' shawty (Shawty)
It ain't 'bout a bag, don't call me

[Verse 1: Papoose]
I grew up on public assistance, my family poor
Now my money stacking, we slammin' them Caddy doors
If you tell me that I can't eat, to me that mean war
Niggas say they packing them ratchets, we carry more
If this was New Jack City, I'm Nino, you Al B. Sure
Pretty motherfucker, I never liked you, now carry on
Why you think all these haters wanna get at me for?
They mad 'cause they hear me makin' bangers with Harry Fraud
'Cause I be rippin' and runnin', tryna get rich as the Drummonds
I put the brick in the oven, while you be flippin' the onion
I get the zips in the dozens and turn them into the hundreds
You gotta witness the numbers, nigga them figures is stunnin'
I'm in the whip with my woman, we gripping, kissing and fuckin'
The cops tripping and dumbin', but I be ripping the summers
Them phoney niggas be running when real killers be coming
'Cause when the triggers be dumping, I dump a clip in your stomach