Takeoff - Bags lyrics

[Hook: Takeoff] Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag [Verse 1: Takeoff] What you want a whole bag or a half a bag? I need cash, I need cheese, n***a I need all my racks Running from the task, silver block with them tags I got stinky kush pack it smell like a trash can Whip it on the stove then I cool it with the fan And my left hand told me its in love with pots and pans Addicted to the whole bag can't even serve a gram And I'm doing it for my n***as who be locked up in the slam Price tags in the bag, in the gla** baths Get my work from overseas, my work from Trinidad Got bombs of the gas like I'm in Afghanistan And I'm posted on an island, you can call me Gilligan In the bando wrapping packs in Saran Some of the bricks be white, some of them bricks be tan Posted on the block with a whole f**ing bag 12 pull up, everybody ran [Hook] [Verse 2: Quavo] Quarterbag, half a bag, I need the whole thing I know n***as knock you out, call it Sugar Shane Red and white, pull up in the Lamb, candy cane Got damn, racks too heavy I need a cane Two styrofoams filled up, I'm drinking on Wayne Foreign bad b**h in my crew, she came from Spain On the phone catching play while I'm getting brain Yeah he say he want that white, then the drama came Make the work disappear, call it David Blaine Walk around nina on my hip, John Wayne Pull up in the dump, Lebron James 10 chains on my neck, but I'm not a slave Batman coupe, pull up in the Batcave Old money on me so they call me OJs Run away with the set like OJ Shawty rolling off a b she need some OJ [Hook] Got the bag on my back like a soldier Gucci bag and its a roller And it filled up with the doja Walk past you can smell a loud odor Got lean in my cup no Foldgers And I pulled up in a Rover And I hit hoes like Sammie, no Sosa No coke - aina, no teaser, take trips, no visa I make a hurricane, no FEMA .36 hold it up like a nina And I pulled up in the beamer Count Franklins like Aretha And I got dough, Little Caesars The block so hot, catch a fever Already know I got bags filled to the top, no hash Got beans, got lean, got gas n***as better come with that cash Gucci bag came with the flag Hell nah I can't front you no bag Hell yeah I just f**ed my team [?] [Hook]