GET TO THE BAG Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Huh

I'm that nigga, that's a fact

Every morning I get up and then I go get to the bag

Yeah I'm all about that hustle

Mr Muscle with the flex

Aye

I don't want my Ex

Aye

I don't want my foes

Nigga I'm getting paid aye

I'm that nigga, that's a fact

Every morning I get up and then I go get to the bag

All about that hustle

Mr Muscle with the flex

Aye

I don't want my Ex

Aye

I don't want my foes

My nigga I'm getting paid

Aye

What you know about me?

Checking up my ID

Touch down in 97

Blacc Zulu Spike Lee

I'm from uMlazi

Kasi yamaKasi

Smoke a blunt until my eyes are wider than a Chinese

Nigga

Why you getting upset and make my money stretch

Feeling blessed with this hustle one day and I'll progress

I know when I'm the best

Come and face the king like a game of chess

I'm feeling under pressure like a treasure chest

I'll never sell my soul

Rapping is just what I chose

Chasing paper is all I know cause I been game before (I know)

It's like eeny, meeny, miny, moe

Someone's knocking at my door

It's my plug, that's for sure

I take him anywhere I go

Yeah, yeah

Huh

I'm that nigga, that's a fact

Every morning I get up and then I go get to the bag

Yeah I'm all about that hustle

Mr Muscle with the flex

Aye

I don't want my Ex

Aye

I don't want my foes

Nigga I'm getting paid aye

I'm that nigga, that's a fact

Every morning I get up and then I go get to the bag

All about that hustle

Mr Muscle with the flex

Aye

I don't want my Ex

Aye

I don't want my foes

My nigga I'm getting paid

Aye

Yeah I know that's a fact

Money on my mind

I'm thinkin' cashing out these checks

Shawty trippin on me maybe she be high on xans

Hitting that kitty til the pussy double tap

Since a trouble cap be

Wetter than a bubble bath but fuck that

In this game I'm all about brown paper bags

If you're with it or not

Don't make it pass

Nigga I be counting paper like I'm doing maths

Maars

I'm repping the hood

I'm never robbing the hood

I'm Robin Hood

I'm coming for Megan, the Goods

From Hollywood

They see me but won't approach me

They're not rapping but wanna coach me

Came up they ain't support me

I'm an athlete

Rap is a sport I'm like Kobe when I'm in court

Raised to be MVP

I'm faster than 5G

I'm not sweet, I'm not honey

Don't ever call me your buddy

Don't ever tell 'em you know me

I'm spitting heat but I'm cold

I'm going straight to the dough

Won't ever trip like I did before

I'm coming for everything

And I want everything

And I want everything

I'm that nigga, that's a fact

Every morning I get up and then I go get to the bag

All about that hustle

Mr Muscle with the flex

Aye

I don't want my Ex

Aye

I don't want my foes

Nigga we're getting paid

Aye