Bag

[Intro] "Man, oh man, you should see all the kinds of friends we've got here at Foster's" Oh yeah [Chorus] I got the bag, it came with a strap, and I ain't talkin' bout no purse (purse) They said "PnB you fell off", wait till they hear this shit with Murda (Murda) New drip, new whip, bitch I'm swervin' (swervin') I come around and make broke niggas nervous (nervous) I ain't even doin' this shit on purpose (purpose) Nigga want beef, get flipped like burgers (burgers) I just copped a new crib in LA, it came with a theatre, it came with a view (view) I got two bitches they wetter than jacuzzi, I got a waterfall in my pool (pool) I ain't even graduate my high school (school), still richer than everybody in my high school (high school) I used to trap and rob niggas for hobbies, but now my new hobby is buyin' them jewels (jewels) [Verse 1] Damn! Aw shit...