Soulja Boy - I Got A Bag lyrics

[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