Bag Chris Webby (Ft. Bun B & Paul Wall)

[Chorus: Chris Webby]
Let me get up in my bag now, yeah
I gotta do it, watch me prove it
Choppin', choppin’, choppin', screw it
When I get up in my bag now, yeah
Rims spinnin' while I’m whippin', whippin' with some thick women
Tryna get up in my bag now, yeah
Mo' dough, mo' problems
At your side that shit'll go, go
Bringin' in the bag now, yeah
Paper, plastic or reusable, one thing is indisputable
We bringin' in the bag now

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Used to be broke as a joke that nobody would laugh at
Tryna make me a dollar out a dime and to be honest with you I ain’t even have half that
So I just had to dig in, ridin’ dirty like Pigpen
For the cash tax, apply pressurе man
Now them days I was lesser than is as [?] as flashbacks
Whеn I first got some bread (What happened?)
That shit went to my head because I was new to it
Bought the clothes, the diamonds and gold's and fucked with some hoes
Before long I blew through it
But I’m older now, I think bigger and bolder now
So no matter how you do it
We gon' always stay true to it
Sayin' [?] is fucked while makin' my screw to it
I been rockin’ with Chris for like ten years
So it's sincere when we link up
You add Paul Wall and it's on y'all
We gon' smoke big, rappin', drink up
When we on one, then it's on son
Ain't no tellin' the shit we gon' think up
But when all is done, Chris and Paul and Bun equals Brinks truck