Lyrics Joey Trap – Bag
Text:
Aye free trap, free trap, aye
Free trap, free trap, aye
Free trap, free trap, aye
Bankrolls in the bag, aye
Free trap, free trap, aye
Free trap, free trap, aye
All them hoes to the back
Aye started to rap when my shit trash
Now they all mad ’cause I get cash
Now they all mad ’cause my bitch better and your girl fuck with me too, but that shit sad
You niggas never be happy
But your B and B calling me daddy
And you know I get bread in a flash
And my Hercules small
And my bitch is a patty, aye
Can’t fuck her twice cause she nasty, aye
She treat my dick like it’s candy, aye
I can’t be loving these hoes and the funny thing they all be trying get married, aye
I fuck on that bitch and I’m dabbing
200 outside and the coupe yeah he lapping, aye
40 and 30 is clapping
Running that bitch clean it up with a napkin, aye
I feel like a skater I’m grinding
Look at my wrist and you know that shit blinding
I spit on the beat perfect timing
Bitch I should glow and it ain’t hard to find me
Niggas be mad and niggas be angry
I just be glad I’m still getting shady
Brody be killing it and he straight from Haiti
Welcome them all and I’m popping a tag, huh
I just be running shit up
And I don’t give a fuck ’bout a slut in them ?
Stacking them chips and them all in a bag
Running them tracks imma run to the finish
Swear one day you’re going to find me on Guinness
I don’t talk to you less you talking to business
I’m flipping a trick feel like every day Christmas
Dunking on niggas I feel like ?
Three nigga’s hoes in the kitchen
Rolly my wrist and you know that shit glistening
That bitch is yellow like Simpsons, huh
Kick doors
Riding up
Take shit
Joey Trap
Arm up
Fuck your fake shit
Aye free trap, free trap, aye
Free trap, free trap, aye
Free trap, free trap, aye
Bankrolls in the bag, aye
Free trap, free trap, aye
Free trap, free trap, aye
Free trap, free trap, aye
All them hoes to the back
