paroles de chanson Brown Bag - Yo Gotti

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Baking soda on the counter, J's at the door
I got bales in the attic, money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope
Baking soda on the counter, J's at the door
I got bales in the attic, money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope
Yuh, ain't no credit when you shop with me
You want some credit, leave your car with me
I tell my bitch she gon' go far with me (gon' go far with me, baby)
But she may have to take a charge for me (take a charge for me, baby)
Baking soda in the 'fridgerator
I got money, that shit come with haters
So what you want? What you need?
I got pounds, I got keys
I got Goyard, that's a bag
Go hard for the bag
I got no heart, I'm heartless
For the bag, I'm retarded
Birkin' bag with the crocodile
Yeah, my bitch been around
I gave my bitch a real bag
I got faith she gon' hold it down
Baking soda on the counter, J's at the door
I got bales in the attic, money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope (bags)
Baking soda on the counter, J's at the door (bags)
I got bales in the attic, money in the floor (bags)
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store (bags)
Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope
Yuh, why the trap smell like onions?
What's that loud odor? (Ey, what's that?)
I've been sackin' brown bags like I work at Kroger
Not concerned with no payment nigga, what the total?
I jumped out my Bentley coupe into a Toyota
Seatbelt, rental car, I'm trafficking
It's blood on my diamonds, bitch I'm African
Quit puttin' your bag on that 'Gram, boy this real life
You'll have them feds and them robbers at you, real life
I put my money in the ground and molded (god damn)
Put my trust in a nigga and he folded (god damn)
Can't believe that nigga took the stand and told (god damn)
Fuck your bitch in the trap, the dick she rode it
Baking soda on the counter, J's at the door
I got bales in the attic, money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope (bags)
Baking soda on the counter, J's at the door (bags)
I got bales in the attic, money in the floor (bags)
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store (bags)
Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope, yuh