Lyrics Yung Pinch – Big Bags

Ricky Racks, I see you
I need big bags
Audio Cartel shit, baby
Yeah

I need big bags, yeah
I need big bags
Yeah
I need big bags, yeah
I need big bags
Whoa, ayy
Look
I need big bags
Tell me where you get that
Walked out of the store, I’ll pop at least six tags
That’s a big bag, money well spent though
Mixin’ up the Louis with some Chrome Heart kicks, whoa
Where they do that? somebody come and tell me
Blew it on my own but I like it when you help me
Whoa, I think they jealous
Gucci on my pelvis
Smoking like a Marley, but living like I’m Elvis (Whoa, whoa, wait)

Everyone worried ’bout me but I hope that they’re okay (I hope that they’re okay)
Droppin’ the top for the breeze, just grabbed the Porsche today (I grabbed the Porsche today)
Everyone thought I would leave, nobody thought I would stay (Yeah, nobody thought I would stay)
Came from the beach, I’m the wave
There ain’t really much else I can say
They thought I had it made ’cause I never worked minimum wage
Made the call on my own, followed my dreams
Suddenly everything changed
Suddenly everyone needs me

Told her, «Don’t forget the rest of me»
She always takes the best of me, and says she wants the best for me
I don’t care anymore, I swear
It’s just another tragedy of love
It’s just another tragedy, it had to be like this
It’s just another tragedy of love
It’s just another tragedy, it had to be like this (Whoa)

I need big bags, yeah
I need big bags
Yeah
I need big bags, yeah
I need big bags
Whoa, ayy
Look
I need big bags
Tell me where you get that
Walked out of the store, I’ll pop at least six tags
That’s a big bag, money well spent though
Mixin’ up the Louis with some Chrome Heart kicks, whoa
Where they do that? somebody come and tell me
Blew it on my own but I like it when you help me
Whoa, I think they jealous
Gucci on my pelvis
Smoking like a Marley, but living like I’m Elvis (Whoa, whoa, wait)

Told her, «Don’t forget the rest of me»
She always takes the best of me, and says she wants the best for me
I don’t care anymore, I swear
It’s just another tragedy of love
It’s just another tragedy, it had to be like this
It’s just another tragedy of love
It’s just another tragedy, it had to be like this (Whoa)

Took a flight to the West Coast
Now she thinks it’s the best coast
See me up in my dress code
Chuck T’s, got a white tee
Got that nice steez
I think she like me