In My Bag (Remix) Jaah SLT & Erica Banks

[Intro: Jaah SLT]
Fluss (I'm punchin' in), hahaha
Ooh, okay
No help, nigga (Woah), I'm straight (I'm straight)
Where it at? (Where it at?) On the way (On the way)
Pray to God every day we straight (We straight)
We go up (We go up), it don't stop (It don't stop)
Down the street, tell a nigga come cop (Come cop)
Blue lights, don't care, we don't stop (We don't stop)
I can't wait 'til we all at the top

[Chorus: Jaah SLT]
(Huh, yeah) In my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah) In my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah) In my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah) In my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah) In my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah) In my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah) In my bag right now and I'm chillin' (Fluss)
(Huh, yeah) In my bag right now and I'm chillin' (Bitch)

[Verse 1: Erica Banks]
Roll, roll it up, smoke it up, four-five
Cartier frames, got four eyes (Four)
Tied a hunnid bands like bow tie (On God)
Stunted for the hoes like four times (Four)
I'm in the back of the Bimmer (Mm)
I'm in the back of the Rolls (Yeah)
I done got hunnids and fifties on bitches
Now I'm trickin' hoes
Everything I do dramatic (On God)
Paid for the verse I spent it in Magic
Just bought a purse and it carry that static (Huh)
That ain't my dog if he snitching and rattin'
I love a ho who get down and who ratchet
I got Balenci' all over the fabric
Sit in the front 'cause I carry the talent
Taking your bitch, if I want it, I have it (Pussy, huh)
Count the money, put it by the window (Count)
Payin' at the door, he ain't kinfolk (Huh)
Phone ring twice, yelled, "Ten-four" (Ugh)
Make a ho sick, yeah, sick ho (On God)
I gotta be in the front (Huh)
Yeah, that B stand for the bank, ho (Huh)
I got a bitch and a bankroll
This how the shit in the game go