Lyrics Fast To The Bag - Corey Patrick

I'm going fast to the bag
Buck 50 in a 65
Shopping is bad, swear she don't look at the tags
These niggas lie, double cross you for the dollar sign
I trust my stacks, only ones keep it a rack
Big talk, lil bankroll, you be as dumb as a K-hole
Man I get straight to the pesos, yeah
I hate these niggas, no Adolf
Make her head spin like a dreidel
Rings like I won in the playoffs, yeah

She with the band, know I'm the man
I am the one dressed in white, fuck the Klan
I put big wheels on my truck, make 'em mad
I put big wheels on my truck, make 'em mad
Pussy niggas gon' talk shit
I'ma stay 'bout my profit
I'ma stay 'bout my pockets
I'ma stay 'bout my wallet
She be fucking with me 'cause I'm nice with the trap
'Cause I'm nice with the rap
I got ice like Alaska
Know I turn her on just like a light when I clap
I got white like I'm Brad, I got soft like alpaca
I been getting bread, they getting jelly
I been getting head up in my telly, whoa

I'm going fast to the bag
Buck 50 in a 65
Shopping is bad, swear she don't look at the tags
These niggas lie, double cross you for the dollar sign
I trust my stacks, only ones keep it a rack
Big talk, lil bankroll, you be as dumb as a K-hole
Man I get straight to the pesos, yeah
I hate these niggas, no Adolf
Make her head spin like a dreidel
Rings like I won in the playoffs, yeah

Told her save the ice at the bar, I'm a rock star
I be doing flips off the whip like it's Nascar
Louis buckle what she finna kiss, I'm a rap star
Bout to blow up in this fucking bitch like a hazard
She say that I am the fucking future like my mask on
She know that my nina got a dick like a strap on
She know that she gotta bring her friends, I got a Groupon
Spank 'em and I leave they bottoms red like some 'Boutins
You got that red drop but it float like a tampon
Smoking what I want, where I want, when I damn want
You know that I'm running to the pack like I'm Simba
You know that I hit it from the back like a fender

I'm going fast to the bag
Buck 50 in a 65
Shopping is bad, swear she don't look at the tags
These niggas lie, double cross you for the dollar sign
I trust my stacks, only ones keep it a rack
Big talk, lil bankroll, you be as dumb as a K-hole
Man I get straight to the pesos, yeah
I hate these niggas, no Adolf
Make her head spin like a dreidel
Rings like I won in the playoffs, yeah