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letra de bag season - jay lewis

[intro: da real gee money]
you know what it is
da real gee money, you know what the business is
what’s happenin’ g? don

[chorus: jay lewis]
look, all a n-gga blow is gas, i be smokin’ like a train
booka money in my pockets, you know i can make it rain
i’m stackin’ nothin’ but the blues, run it up ’til it can’t fold
all a n-gga chase is bags, ain’t too focused on no hoes
why you hatin’? b-tch you need to get your money up
why you hatin’? b-tch you need to get your money up
why you hatin’? b-tch you need to get your money up
why you hatin’? b-tch you need to get your money up

[verse 1: da real gee money]
blowin’ gas, drivin’ fast, f-ck the laws, they on my -ss
all that flexin’ for that ‘gram make me jack you out your bags
f-ck a b-tch, i’m tryna get rich
talkin’ reckless like you raw, watch i dive in your sh-t
run it up by any means, i gotta get green
on the scene with my team, from the purp on that lean
clip clip on the glock, finna cop me a beam
p-ssy p-ssy super clean and i love when she scream
tbg, gorilla gang, come jump on this train
chasin’ paper, f-ck a hater, you can keep the fame
you ain’t gotta stack up blues or stay in your lane
tabs got me feelin’ smooth, i’m fly as a plane
vibin’ in my zone, f-ck her, make her moan
shout out to the bangman, we just got off the phone
jay lewis hit me up with some sh-t to put me on
f-ck with that, i’m bustin’, no discussion, right or wrong

[verse 2: jay lewis]
i done worked hard for this, i went and got a bag
and now these n-ggas hate me ’cause i got a lot of cash
stack it up to the ceiling, really ballin’, it’s so up with me
who the f-ck put that in your head that you could f-ck with me?
me and gee money, we some bosses, straight winnin’, no taking losses
me and fresh in the mall, we ballin’, f-ck what the cost is
she just want me ’cause i got a bag
if i give her a lil hundred she might let me smash, smack her on her -ss
swerve in the coupe, i’m with big goose, boy he’ll punish you
you ain’t my equal, we ain’t people, i ain’t one of you
i know this a whole ‘nother song, but dude you still wrong
f-ckin’ ’round with them kids, just leave them lil children alone
put that money before the fame, smokin’ and switching lanes
i’ll beat you and your b-tch up, that dumb sh-t be on my brain
yeah a n-gga tryna change but i can’t though
watch how you close my door, don’t be f-ckin’ up my paint ho, it’s don

- jay lewis

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