Текст песни GET TO THE BAG - ONLYONEJD

(I gotta get to the-)

(I gotta Get To The Bag)

(Aye JD Lemme Hear That Back)

I gotta Get To The Bag
I gotta Get To The Bag, yeah
I gotta Get To The Bag
I gotta Get To The Bag
She wants a new Gucci bag
I gotta wave the red flag
Cop a tracksuit just to match
Buy what I want, I'm not watchin' the tag
I gotta Get To The Bag (Uhhh)
I gotta Get To The Bag, yeah
I gotta Get To The Bag (Uhhh)
I gotta Get To The Bag
I'm grindin' and stackin', I don't boast or brag (Uhhh)
I'm married to money, I don't need a stag
I gotta Get To The Bag (Uhhh)
I gotta Get To The Bag, yeah

I'm stackin' this money, I'm grindin' and grindin'
I work in the heat of the summer
I'm workin' till I got no life in my body
I'm tryna provide for my mother
I need the loyalty, it means everything
We gotta be there for each other
I'm in the rave, I fell in love with a lesbian
Coming like Gunna
Got this leng food, full of flavour
Found a sweet one, different flavours
Won't acknowledge the attention I gave her
And I think someone needs to save her
They're asking for a hundred favours
If we're talking business get the papers
I need properties and I need acres
Whippin' up like a chef or a baker
I don't care bout no likes or follows
I gotta live my life, I might be gone tomorrow
I was sippin' that lean to kill my sorrows
Now I'm makin' money and my mind's gone hollow
I'm an independent man
If I go broke, I'd rather struggle than borrow
I'm tryna levitate, get lost in space
Like I flew with Apollo

I gotta Get To The Bag
I gotta Get To The Bag, yeah
I gotta Get To The Bag
I gotta Get To The Bag
She wants a new Gucci bag
I gotta wave the red flag
Cop a tracksuit just to match
Buy what I want, I'm not watchin' the tag
I gotta Get To The Bag (Uhhh)
I gotta Get To The Bag, yeah
I gotta Get To The Bag (Uhhh)
I gotta Get To The Bag
I'm grindin' and stackin', I don't boast or brag
I'm married to money, I don't need a stag
I gotta Get To The Bag (Uhhh)
I gotta Get To The Bag

Ringin', ringin', ring my phone
Don't know her
But she still said, "Take me home"
You know how it ends, she just wants this bone
Nonstop callin', leave me alone
Dick's gonna make you feel better now, Post Malone
I changed my mind so I had to postpone
No Caller ID, her phone's unknown
Them Fuckeries there, I can't condone
I would have more common sense
If I thought with my brain instead of my dick
They couldn't get one up on me
I would never ever fall for their tricks
What's making things even worse
They're lookin' too good and they're lookin' so thick
Bro's tryna pattern his ting,
He's tryna make some profit off a brick
Yeah he's tryna profit off a brick
I can't stand these man
'Cause they're makin' me sick
I got guys that are trappers
Got guys that are scammers
They're tryna make this money quick
It don't need no attachments
Go bang the hammer
It finna light up his wig
I'm deep in the city, got litty girls with me
And they're feelin' me ya dig (Ayyye JD Lemme Hear That Back)
I'm deep in the city, got litty girls with me
And they're feelin' me ya dig