[Hook:]
n***as mad cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these n***as mad
These n***as mad cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these n***as mad cause I got a bag
[Verse 1:]
Got these n***as mad cause I got a bag
Poppin poppin out the Porsche, true religion swag
Hoppin out the Rrari, let my Gucci set
From my Gucci linz down to my Gucci pants
Damn, I got these n***as mad
Flexin in the club with a f**in bag
30 bottles poppin cause I got a bag
And I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
I got that n***a mad and my b**h is bad
And I'm blowin on his kush, got my eyes red
Pull up to the club and we goin in
I got that bag, ain't dough, tell that man
Ain't no telling cause we flexin
Gold on my necklace, living young and reckless
n***as hatin on me cause I got that sack
Cause I got that bag, cause I got that swag
And I ain't really sharin, yea we pop tags
Yea we pop 30's, shoot him in his face
It ain't really sh**, tell my lawyer beat the case
SOD, Money Gang, yea we in this place
[Hook:]
n***as mad cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these n***as mad
These n***as mad cause I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these n***as mad cause I got a bag
[Verse 2:]
Got these n***as mad cause I got a bag
30 in my lap, n***a fight this strap
Pull up in that Llac, all these backed up scared
Place your ice on nosette, get yo a** jacked
True story, what the f** it do?
n***a f** yo crew
Plus I got choppas n***a, f** yo f**in guns
Born with no roof, pull up on yo b**h
Told er hop inside this whip, b**h s** my dick
Epige (squad) SOD (squad)
I don't eat no food for breakfast, wake up drinkin lean
Off a bank and instant pink
All I see is cash every time I blink