Yo Gotti - Brown Bag lyrics

[Intro] Zaytoven [Chorus] Baking soda on the counter J’s at the door I got bails in the attic Money in the floor Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store Plastic bags, in and out and that sh** filled with dope Baking soda on the counter J’s at the door I got bails in the attic Money in the floor Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store Plastic bags, back and forth and that sh** filled with dope [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] Yo Ain’t no credit when you shop with me You want some credit, leave your car with me I tell my b**h she gon’ go far with me But she may have to take a charge for me Baking soda in the ‘fridgerator I got money, that sh** come with haters What you want, what you need I got pounds, I got keys I got Goyard, that’s a bag Go hard for the bag I got no heart, I’m heartless For the bag, I’m retarded Birkin bag with the crocodile Yeah my b**h been around I gave my b**h a real bag I got faith she gon’ hold it down [Chorus] Baking soda on the counter J’s at the door I got bails in the attic Money in the floor Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store Plastic bags, in and out and that sh** filled with dope Baking soda on the counter J’s at the door I got bails in the attic Money in the floor Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store Plastic bags, back and forth and that sh** filled with dope [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Yo Why the trap smell like onions What’s that loud odor I’ve been sackin’ brown bags like I work at Kroger Not concerned with no payment n***a, what the total I jumped out my Bentley coupe into a Toyota Seatbelt, rental car trafficking Blood on my diamonds, b**h I’m African Quit puttin’ your bag on that ‘gram, boy that real life You’ll have them feds and them robbers at you, real life I put my money in the ground and molded Put my trust in a n***a and he folded Can’t believe that n***a took the stand and told f** your b**h in the trap [?] [Chorus] Baking soda on the counter J’s at the door I got bails in the attic Money in the floor Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store Plastic bags, in and out and that sh** filled with dope Baking soda on the counter J’s at the door I got bails in the attic Money in the floor Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store Plastic bags, back and forth and that sh** filled with dope Yo