The Bag - Syph, Tracy T

I got my mind on the bag, I got my mind on the bag

Two hundred miles on the dash, doin this shit like my last

I got my mind on the bag, I got my mind on the bag,

Babe I want my money fast baby andele

And I can see the hater written on their face

And I ain’t ever spotted broke niggas anyway

The money too long it’s in my fuckin way

I got a hundred bitches servin and they down for me

But I don’t ever trust em they ain’t loyal B

I got your bitch up on my call log she on my call log

But I don’t want no broke bitch she gotta boss up

Got some shit up on the works comin across the water

So if anybody listen Ima call my shottas

I got my mind on the bag, I got my mind on the bag

Two hundred miles on the dash, doin this shit like my last

I got my mind on the bag, I got my mind on the bag,

Baby shittin on your squad hallelujah

So get your money up get a bad bitch

She just want some Dom Perignon with some candies

30 long on the latter is a casket

Get up in that foreign do the dash ima trash it

Rollie on my arm look like the sun when I’m passing

I just let that money talk them woman out they panties

Still got that heater I can blow just like a dragon

I got my mind on the bag, I got my mind on the bag

Two hundred miles on the dash, I’m doing this shit like my last

I got my mind on the bag, I got my mind on the bag,