Lyrics In My Bag - Nikko Semaj , JonSoul

I′m still gettin money
Don't gotta dip in my bag
Still gettin hunnids
That′s why these niggas is mad
Stackin commas on comma
Pockets are filled up with cash
I'm all in my bag
Lil bitch I'm all in my bag

(Bitch) I′m all in my bag
And it′s nothing but greatness
I got the team
And we plotting to make it
Straight up to the top
Where it's popping like bottles
Of the finest cham-pagne
Out in Vegas

In order to get it
You gotta be patient
Life is a bitch
That′s an obvious statement
I took a while
Before I could get up on the
Microphone
Yo say what I can say

Bitch, I'm a problem!
Me and Nikko boutta
Show ya how we getting down
In the studio
We creating the sound
You already know
That we holding it down
Opportunity is knocking
So take it
Ingenuity we got
Why you hating?
Just because we got a team
With the greatest shit you ever heard
Blamming in ya face
Stacking it, stacking it
Stacking it up!
Invest in yourself
Cause you can′t win with luck
Plotting moves
I'm ahead of the curb
Aiming high Like I′m smoking this herb
Stack the green as I let it build
Bop and lean - like i'm hella trill
Nice and clean like the chain on my neck
Pop a spleen if you gon disrespect
Work hard, get paid
The motive
Stack up, make plays
Devoted
My beats steady cause
Commotion
My team illest and
The dopest
Disrespect me
You get demoted
Disappear, boom
Hocus pocus
Fucking with the team
Yeah you know it
If you didn't know
Now you know, bitch

I′m still gettin money
Don′t gotta dip in my bag
Still gettin hunnids
That's why these niggas is mad
Stackin commas on comma
Pockets are filled up with cash
I′m all in my bag
Lil bitch I'm all in my bag

I kick my feet up, I got it like that
But I still hustle, I′m humble like that
Too many talking that shit
That they can't walk
And I know my OG′a got problems with that
I refuse to take days off
I know it's game on like the play offs
Stumble on hundreds
Don't trip over change
They see me doing my cake walk
I don′t got issues with no one
But no one want problems with me
Please don′t approach
Cause when Youngin' startled he reach for the side of the seat
My paranoia is paranormal
Panorama with some panoramic
From my peripherals
See that you pitiful
Dawg but I still wouldn′t chance it
Got Too much to lose
Not much to prove
I know that most couldn't do
What I do
Use to get ran out my shoes
Now I′m Louis Vuitton's
As I skip to my Lou
I come from rags
You wouldn′t know that
From all of this money that fall out my pants
My homie call cause he know that I got it,
So I hit the bank and I hand him a grant
You don't know nothing bout who I became
If you knew me back then
You can tell that I've changed
I′m just a product of heartbreak and pain
Smoking bog after bog
But I′m breaking the chain
Even in darkness
I'm still getting headshots
Call up Lil shawty
I′ll still make her bed rock
Shitting on rappers
This game is my rest stop
If I send my shot
It won't be from a desk pop

I′m still gettin money
Don't gotta dip in my bag
Still gettin hunnids
That′s why these niggas is mad
Stackin commas on comma
Pockets are filled up with cash
I'm all in my bag
Lil bitch I'm all in my bag

Im all in my bag
Lil bitch I′m all in my bag
Pockets always full of cash
Run it up I do the dash
Me and JonSoul talkin facts
Tryna book us
Only talk in cash

I′m in the whip
Omw to a flip
And I got a full clip
In the stash

You think I ain't bout that action
Don′t let the singing shit fool you Diamonds dancing on my necklace
I let the haters do a review

Ima pull up with the whole crew
If you ain't talkin cash
We don′t need you
Pull up in a new
Whip fish bowl
Catch a nigga ridin see through

Louie stay fastoned
In the latest fashion
I drip from my head to my toe

Heart full of passion, til I get a mansion, and I get a safe full of gold

Shawty she ratchet
She throw it backwards
Soon as I walk in the door

Yeah you already know
Got her dippin wet all on the floor

Loaded up
I'm filled with ammunition
Thank god, that in this position
On a rise fuck the opposition.

Me and soul
We the competition

Write it up
What′s your proposition

Presidential
I'm the politician

Campaign
Keep that shit tradition

If it ain't money
I ain′t fuckin witcha

I′m still gettin money
Don't gotta dip in my bag
Still gettin hunnids
That′s why these niggas is mad
Stackin commas on comma
Pockets are filled up with cash
I'm all in my bag
Lil bitch I′m all in my bag