Out Fa the Bag - Coolio, Ai, C.L.A.Y.

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I’m making plays on my way to court

She playing games with my life like this shit a sport

And I been out here in the field niggas on the porch

And stealing milk from the baby’s on child support

All I really want to do is lift my la familia

I think I seen the bitch before she looking familiar

I spent a thousand on my jewels fuck them looking loos

A couple bands on my shoes make a bitch choose

She gon suck dick cuz she like to count

I ride around in a jag like I’m Tran pounce

Bitch I can make a 8ball bounce

Bitch I can send them packs to yo town

I been stacking it up in large amounts

I just let that money talk before I announce

She don’t want slack she want POW

As soon as that bitch get the signal she going down

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Wassupper my killas and all my bitches

I hope y’all ready to get these riches

To stacc that gwop them dividends

Me and Wino pimpin in all blue Benz

All blued out on them all blue rims

Them 1s them 10s them dubs and fins

When you got c notes then you got boats

And hoes and golds hanging from your throat

With icing on em you shining homie

It’s funny with a bag you never lonely

Stocks and bonds and a big ass lawn

And a Maserati in your garage

Some read Bibles some study Koran

You fuckin redheads brunettes and blonds

When yo pocket low tho you get no run

No drank no food no fun

Get the bag homie

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They say Clay why you acting like an asshole

I sad nigga cuz I’m all about my cash flow

Imma Byg Dawg y’all niggas tadpoles

Niggas tryna go fast but they gas low

I got a bitch that’s from Houston like an Astro

I kill that pussy like Jason no mask tho

Out for the cash I’m moving fast never last hoe

Had to exchange my current bitch for my last hoe

Told her that I’m hungry she took a nigga to maestro’s

This ain’t my first rodeo I pulled her like a lassle

Fast go then go fast baby like Nascar

Say they get the bag these niggas sad I laugh hard

Niggas know I come with plenty heat

Blow her back out in between the sheets

Ain’t talking money I don’t wanna speak

They sleeping on me so they counting sheep

Official my name ringing in the streets

Always making money in my sleep

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