[Intro]
How could you ever walk away?
(The Coal Cash Collection)
After all I've done for you?
(Welcome to Get a Bag Records)
I feel like there's a knife in my back, babe (Let's get a bag)
You might as well pull it all the way through
(Ayo, Cash, I think we got one)
[Verse 1: AllStar JR]
Sippin' champagne in Louis, I ain't picked out a shoe yet
This money shit you hear these niggas lyin' 'bout, I do that
Fuck her, I'll smack this bitch tonight and get a new cat
Fuck her, I'll crack this bitch tonight and get a new rat
I was broke, ain't nobody pick me up, nigga
You got some blues, well, I'm tryna pick 'em up, nigga
Got somebody waitin', I ain't gon' be stuck with 'em
Five hundred of 'em and it ain't enough, nigga
'Caine jumpin' from the line, call it Aaron Gordon
Brodie hit you from the top, call it Eric Gordon
Smokin' on this blunt cost a bitch a pair of Jordans
Suckin' for some months, bitch won't get a pair of Jordans
We ain't just gettin' jacks gone, I had a bunch of lines
Niggas get brain freeze, they hit the booth and lie
Sellin' zips of the pink, pull up, come get high
He ain't hip it's fake Runtz, give me four-sixty-five
How could you ever walk away?
(The Coal Cash Collection)
After all I've done for you?
(Welcome to Get a Bag Records)
I feel like there's a knife in my back, babe (Let's get a bag)
You might as well pull it all the way through
(Ayo, Cash, I think we got one)
[Verse 1: AllStar JR]
Sippin' champagne in Louis, I ain't picked out a shoe yet
This money shit you hear these niggas lyin' 'bout, I do that
Fuck her, I'll smack this bitch tonight and get a new cat
Fuck her, I'll crack this bitch tonight and get a new rat
I was broke, ain't nobody pick me up, nigga
You got some blues, well, I'm tryna pick 'em up, nigga
Got somebody waitin', I ain't gon' be stuck with 'em
Five hundred of 'em and it ain't enough, nigga
'Caine jumpin' from the line, call it Aaron Gordon
Brodie hit you from the top, call it Eric Gordon
Smokin' on this blunt cost a bitch a pair of Jordans
Suckin' for some months, bitch won't get a pair of Jordans
We ain't just gettin' jacks gone, I had a bunch of lines
Niggas get brain freeze, they hit the booth and lie
Sellin' zips of the pink, pull up, come get high
He ain't hip it's fake Runtz, give me four-sixty-five
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