Jaah SLT Feat. Erica Banks - In My Bag (Remix)

Lyrics

(Fluss), I'm punchin' in
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

(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)

Roll, roll it up, smoke it up 4, 5
Cartier frames, got four eyes (Four)
Tie a hunnid bands like bow tie (On God)
Stunted for the hoes like four times (Four)
I'm in the back of the Beamer (Mmm)
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)
Payed for the verse I spend it in Magic
Just bought a purse and it carry the static (Huh)
That ain't my dog if he snitching and ratting
I love a hoe who get down and who ratchet
I got Balenci' all over the fabric
Sat 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, yeah, it 10-4 (Ugh)
Make a hoe sick, yeah, sick hoe (On God)
I gotta be in the front (Huh)
Yeah that b stand for the bank, hoe
I got a bitch in the bankroll
This how the shit in the game go

(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)

I don't go back and forth with a bitch, she can have it
I'm a first-born fuck-up, shit's so tragic
Make shit disappear like a nigga do magic
And I got a couple O's, fresh in, no taxin'
Work three-six-five and I'm still living fine
I don't like no books, that's a waste of my time
I don't like how she act, even though she a dime
With a face on ten, attitude on five
Like hold up, bitch, no, I'm not crazy
Talk to myself 'cause I know God hear me
Me against the world, can't no one change me
Yeah, we fucked up, run up on we
Life be a bitch, never came up rich
Been with the same niggas and I swear they never switch
Got three times two, leave a nigga in the ditch
And I dress like a bum, man, I still kill a 'fit

(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)