Man I got that swag, and I got that bag
When I hit the mall, I love poppin tags
I love poppin tags, I love poppin tags
So much shit in my bag, cause I love poppin tags
I love poppin tags, I love poppin tags
Smokin loud gotta bag, and I love poppin tags
I love poppin tags, I love poppin tags
I get so much cash and I love poppin tags
100 round drummer
I come from the slammer
Ski mask in the winter
Rob a dice game in the summer
Bank account, Obama
Bitch Im flexin with these commas
He just lost a stack
I know wheres at cause bitch I took it from em
Your bitch been on me lately
Is she suckin dick or somethin
Cause Id rather count some 50s
She say, Id rather blow some hundreds
From West Coast to the East Coast
I got hoes with different numbers
I cant see you with binoculars
Cause boy you aint been doing nothin
If I dont do nothin Ima keep two greedy hustlers
Money gettin old, growin legs money runnin
Choppa standin tall, pill jab in my balls
With that .30 and that .50 aint no problem I cant solve
Ballin with money, how you think I got this money
Livin life like aint no money
Bitch designer shit is for me
Chasin hoes not a chance
Hit the block and chase a band
Bein broke again, thats that shit wont see again
Hoes all on my Instagram, like Im turnin up for them
Too greedy in demand so bitch Im goin ham
JB Guapo who is that? Thats Lil G he blowin back
Disrespect Im at yo front
Paperboy still got the back
Paperboy still got the mac
Shout out A-block, keep it cool
I be out west countin oochie
Off a dice game break a fool
Hittin licks, hittin licks
Shit aint been the same since
That Ballin beat, ho that Ballin beat