​​pouch Y2K & bbno$

[Intro]
I work, I grind, I make that bag
I search, I find, I take that bag
I work, I grind, I make that bag
I search, I find, I take that bag

[Verse 1]
Twenty-six shows sold out, now I know I'm cut out
Always gonna pull out, wait wait wait
I'm a trendsetter, no-one really better
Flaming like a pepper, yeah of course I lay the pressure
Hunting for a bigger bag, I'm after all the prey
Hundreds on my plate, yeah, I hit that buffet
Baby got some money, it ain't really cliché
Went dummy for couple years, and now it's time to play
Couple more cities that I think I shut down on the world tour
Yeah, really seen all of it
30K merch in a month, my money come in lumps
Might spazz, and tryna sell bib
Wrist so cold, ooh, think I need mits
Whole wardrobe be filled with free fits
I'ma pull up on your girl, but she tryna spend my shit
So I ditch her hella quick, oh boy I feel slick

[Chorus]
I work, I grind, I make that bag
I search, I find, I take that bag
Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag
Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag