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rich the kid - that bag (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: rich the kid & lil durk]
trap
you know what i need
you know rich had to get 2x on this m-th-f-cka
racks!
cash
gang!
woo

[verse 1: rich the kid]
i might pop a perc and just go crazy
f-cking on your b-tch like i want babies
diamonds h-t like rocky b-tch i’m famous
walking with a hundred b-tch i made it
leaning and tripping on two pills
sippin’ on pints of the double seal
they told me to stop but i’m sippin’ still
yo hoe putting up but she know the drill
momma’ said be patient
i had no mercedes
i was on the block i trapped that rock, like back in the 80s
just know that i pour up a whole pint
like f-ck it i’m back on the dirty sprite
i’m catching the plays like jerry rice
my young n-gg-s killing might take your life
my teachers said i couldn’t do right
pull up in porsche and it’s all white
i’m all in her head like f-cking lice
play with the money you pay the price
[hook: rich the kid]
what you need? i just want a bag with the cash in it
in the kitchen with no dishes but some bad b-tches
i just want a bag with the cash in it
how we living, go and get it adding up them digits
i just want a bag with the cash in it
i need my money on time, each and every dime
i just want a bag with the cash in it
just need a b-tch that can dab with me

[verse 2: lil durk]
that’s a draco n-gg-
full of them peso n-gg-s, i pop out the cut like fredo n-gg-
and these police n-gg-s, better watch ‘fore a n-gg- put a case on n-gg-s (let’s get it!)
and these feds on me, feds on me, talkin’ on a payphone n-gg-
and i f-cked off of [?], ig hoes, i done f-cked them all
last plug ain’t f-ckin’ wit me, 50 pounds i done tore them off
chiraq is a mad city, no act, gotta keep red wit me
new car, do the dash silly
quavo, do the dab with me
go hard, chanel or goyard
free 9, bring him home with no charge
fake frames, take those off
designer, designer, designer sh-t
chiraq and atlanta sh-t
robbed his -ss while you panicking
fresher than a f-ckin’ mannequin
i blew him back on that fast sh-t

[hook: rich the kid]
what you need? i just want a bag with the cash in it
in the kitchen with no dishes but some bad b-tches
i just want a bag with the cash in it
how we living, go and get it adding up them digits
i just want a bag with the cash in it
i need my money on time, each and every dime
i just want a bag with the cash in it
just need a b-tch that can dab with me

[verse 3: rich the kid]
i might pop a xan and just go lazy
but i got them workers so they pay me
i got all these b-tches like i’m pimpin’
and your baby momma’ now she drippin’
walking around with a lot of cash
rari’ i ride with a paper tag
momma’ she said that i’m living fast
i need to slow down but i do the dash
put my wrist in it when i’m whippin’ up
i got your b-tch she gon’ cook it up
f-ckin her all on the furniture
she don’t speak no english a foreigner
b-tch quit playing i’m dangerous
i got the molly and katie
i’m f-ckin her she call me baby
ain’t go for it, you better pay me
dressed in givenchy i’m dabbing
bricks disappearing no magic
you talking my money it’s savage
a whole lotta’ racks cause i gotta have it

- rich the kid

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