Bag Quilly

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[Intro: Quilly]

Ride for that bag!
Slide for that bag
Bitches'll cross you, niggas' switch sides for that bag!
Big bag; Santa Claus
Cookin' up, it's comin' back; Diana Ross
Gettin' to it! Niggas' mad
Cuz I was broke and came back wit a bigger bag!
Give me that bag, I want the bag!
Give me that bag, I want the bag!

[Verse 1: Quilly]

I'm still countin' money, I ain't makin' shit
I want that kinda bag, I gotta weigh that shit
This bitch countin' my pockets, man I hate that shit
Want me to take her shoppin' like she help me make that shit
In the field, catchin' plays, 10 shows, 6 days
See, I'm a trendsetter, you just ride waves
"E" choppin' bricks, he the Sensei
Paranoia, somebody call my lawyer
That bag like, better get that bag right
Fore' I send some niggas' at you, for a bag of that dough
They be right at your head, put a tag on your toe
Dollar Dollar bill nigga
Hittin' licks, make you strip; Dollar bill nigga
Keep that 40 tucked in my Tommy Hillfigers
I get that bag by myself, I don't feel niggas

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