Lyrics Bag Talk - Jadakiss , Porsche Nine

Yeah
I don't talk shit, I pop shit
When I start shit you can't stop shit
I got real G'z in my mosh pit
I know bitch niggaz who done got rich
I know head bussas who ain't got shit
Throw on all black like they gothic
They ain't never far they just a hop skip
I could get the keys, I know the locksmith
I know the process to get the profits
I got flair baby, Rick Flair baby
With a leg lock and a drop kick
Dats a glock tip on yo top lip
If you toxic you cant rock bitch
Fuck Marshall Law, I know Martial Arts
I can eat gumbo with chopsticks
Boy I'm hard, bitch I been hard
Still go hard since a lil' boy
I had gator seats in my go cart
Eat Grey Poupon on my po' boy
I'm a intellect I'm not a average trapper
I'm a fuckin' poet not a battle rapper
I'm a major threat to a racist cracker
I'm a fly monster, I'm a pterodactyl
Dat Bag, Essential
Like sharpening is to a pencil
No grind, No hustle, No flex, No muscle
You can't live up to your potential
Ninth ward nigga with swagga I'm cunning you see how these lil' hoes react
Standing for something and thumbing through hundreds welcome to the life of a Mack
Look bitch, I'm so one a hundred
I'm so one a hundred
Dat check, dat check
Dat check you betta run it
9th ward nigga with swagga I'm cunning
Yo bitch on my Mackin' react for dem hundreds
I keep a full clip with a K with a drum and
I spray for dat pay bitch I'm all about money ah

Gimme dat bag I just want the bag
Gimme dat bag, I just want the bag
I don't want talk, bitch gimme dat bag
Gimme dat bag, I just want the bag
Bitch gimme dat bag
Gimme dat bag yeah I just want the bag
Gimme dat bag, I just want the bag
I don't want talk, bitch gimme dat bag
I don't want talk, bitch give me dat bag

Run it up, run it up, run it up uh
Hundred thousand dollars ain't fun enough uh
Gettin' head while I count the money up yeah
Lookin' round like nigga we ain't done enough yeah
I was really broke when I was coming up yeah
All a nigga talked about was coming up yeah
Now I'm in the Porsche doing upper cuts yeah
Bad hoes and they got thunder butts yeahh
Run it up, run it up, run it up now
Being broke isn't for some of us nah
Tool lap banned like a tummy tuck wow
Get a bluck bluck if you running up blow
Mack Gang nigga bust a gun for the money
Siamese twin hoe I'm one with the money
Running for the money when the money running from me
Cuz I need more money when I'm done with the money
I'm so one a hundred
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Dat check, dat check
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Ninth ward nigga with swagga I'm cunning
Yo bitch on my Mackin' react for dem hundreds
I keep a full clip with a K with a drum and
I spray for dat pay bitch I'm all about money ah

Gimme dat bag I just want the bag
Gimme dat bag, I just want the bag
I don't want talk, bitch gimme dat bag
Gimme dat bag, I just want the bag
Bitch gimme dat bag
Gimme dat bag yeah I just want the bag
Gimme dat bag, I just want the bag
I don't want talk, bitch gimme dat bag
I don't want talk, bitch give me dat bag