Lyrics
In my bag now, in my bag now
What the fuck is that sound?
What the fuck is that sound?
I brought the Mac out, niggas sat down
I got shit I never had now, I can brag now
Got my bitch a Louis bag now, she can brag now
Bought my bitch a Birkin bag now, she a brat now
Now I'm sittin' in the club in a different bag now
Baby, when I pick it up, you gon' put that ass down
Tell 'em you don't give a fuck, baby, spin that ass 'round
Tell the DJ turn it up, what the fuck is that sound?
A Boogie wit da Hoodie, and it's always foreign
Yeah, I know she like my style, them other niggas borin'
When I pull up it go skrrt skrrt, that's a foreign
When I pull up on a red light, they don't want it
Yeah, I came up from the mud and my baby know that
Introduced her to my plug, now she think she all that
When I first hit her up, no, she never wrote back
Then I saw her at the club, so I got up on that
Now every time they play this song she say, "This is my shit"
See the flick of my wrist
And I know she know wassup, baby, this is my shit (my shit)
See the flick of my wrist
They know that's my bitch, that's a fact, and she stuck wit' me
When you in my section, fill it up when my cup empty
I can't fuck wit' rats, that's a fact, that's a dub nigga
All about my F, can't put water over blood nigga
Trust me, it get ugly
If I wasn't getting money, would you still want me?
If I told you I was broke, would you start actin' funny?
This is all I ever wanted, you can't take from me
Now every time they play this song, she say, "This is my shit"
See the flick of my wrist
And I know she know wassup, baby, this is my shit (my shit)
See the flick of my wrist
