Get The Bag - Blayze, AKA

I be going in in the VIP with the finest

It’s the main event we gon' hit you with the fireworks

Everyone’s your friend when the bottles come alive

Rolling with the gang, gang it’s gon' be a fucking crisis

Rhythm 'round the table and I know you can’t relate

Champagne that’s the level but I tell you how it taste

(Rrra, rrra, rrra)

Middle finger to your street cred

Do the most, get your bands, that’s a toast I say

Get the bag, bag, get the money

I tell 'em get the bag, bag, get the money

I tell 'em get the bag, bag, get the money

I tell 'em get the bag, bag, get the money

I got the answers I ain’t nothing like your last guy

I’m such a dax they tell my story by the campfire

If she got ass then I’ma have her calling Supa

First I, and I, and I

Call me the shooter eh

You got some nerve you brought a flute to the table

Crib in the burbs you see the view, see the neighbors

Now we convert, the mammies come from all sides

Boyfriend out of town so you can feba all night

Kanti what’s her name?

The one with mmm and the waist

And expensive taste, red bottoms is fake but the titty shake

Ask her what she want she said the whole thang

Ain’t gotta to tell her who’s the man that’s a no brain

So send your nudes on the lay low

Baby make it look right

It’s the make you dream of what of what you wish a nigga look like

Rrra, rrra

Pray for enemies and non believers

R.I.P.

to competition thank you Jesus

I be going in in the VIP with the finest

It’s the main event we gon' hit you with the fireworks

Everyone’s your friend when the bottles come alive

Rolling with the gang, gang it’s gon' be a fucking crisis

Rhythm 'round the table and I know you can’t relate

Champagne that’s the level but I tell you how it taste

(Rrra, rrra, rrra)

Middle finger to your street cred

Do the most, get your bands, that’s a toast I say

Get the bag, bag, get the money

I tell 'em get the bag, bag, get the money

I tell 'em get the bag, bag, get the money

I tell 'em get the bag, bag, get the money

All my bitches link up, tell me what the vibe is

Pull up in a big truck, we African diamonds

You don’t have to worry 'bout the things we do in private

If you getting money then you preaching to the choir

Bottles on my table make you feel some kinda way

I be on Rodeo but my bae from Mahikeng

Middle finger to my teachers

They said I would never be shit

I hit these bambinos with the side eye

You’re stroking my ego I can’t be no camera shy guy

You’re José Mourinho nigga watching from the side lines

Meanwhile me and all my amigos living the high life

Yeah, I say tell me what your life like

Tell me why your wife throwing spikes on my timeline

Ask 'em who the best, and they all know

School of Excellence, Jomo Sono

My public persona get a lot of hate

Fuck what you’re saying if you staying at your mamma place

Yah!

Yah!

Dolce and Gabanna on my collar man

Ya’ll drinking Savanna on your holiday

I be going in in the VIP with the finest

It’s the main event we gon' hit you with the fireworks

Everyone’s your friend when the bottles come alive

Rolling with the gang, gang it’s gon' be a fucking crisis

Rhythm 'round the table and I know you can’t relate

Champagne that’s the level but I tell you how it taste

(Rrra, rrra, rrra)

Middle finger to your street cred

Do the most, get your bands, that’s a toast I say

Get the bag, bag, get the money

I tell 'em get the bag, bag, get the money

I tell 'em get the bag, bag, get the money

I tell 'em get the bag, bag, get the money

Get the bag, bag, get the money

I tell 'em get the bag, bag, get the money

I tell 'em get the bag, bag, get the money

I tell 'em get the bag, bag, get the money