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...