INFRAR3D - Bag Baby (I Need a Bag) Lyrics

I need the bag, baby
I don't know what y'all need from me but hey
I need the bag, baby
I don't know what y'all want from me but hey
I need the bag, baby
The hatin' never lasts
You're mad but you're sittin' on your ass
When I'm all about that cash, baby
I need the bag, baby
Ooh Ohhhh

Gotta get that bag
Show your mans how we do it
When I ain't got that bag
I twist and turn like a Rubik's
Gem and black mags
Cool kids, old school
In that black Jag
Open my bag and add to it
Her ass fat, brain empty
Don't have a clue like a lab rat
I'm all whited out but my pockets blue
Nike boots like Wale
Doing what I gotta do
No look pass, Pat Mahomes audible
Off the edible with a goddess speaking sexual
Extraterrestrial, the moon rocks incredible
Beamer, who in it
Interior reefer scented
Balconies so high I'm seein' bird backs
Been 'bout my bread since my TV had a curved back
Now I'm hot, they all on me
They get curved back
It's return of the Mack
Revenge of the Thraxx
Smoking' out the condo
Neighbors think I serve packs

I don't know what y'all need from me but hey
I need the bag, baby
I don't know what y'all want from me but hey
I need the bag, baby
The hatin' never lasts
You're mad but you're sittin' on your ass
When I'm all about that cash, baby
I need the bag, baby
Ooh Ohhhh

I need a bag with mine
I need to figure ways to make more money in bout half the time
Tired of working this 5 to 9
I mean 9 to 5
I gotta get this money while I'm still alive, goddamn
And who am I to go and sit and cry
About this piece of pie that I don't have
Dawg, man, it's only time
How these niggas say they hustle
They don't even grind
How you say that you a star
When you don't even shine
Niggas say they got the bag
But these niggas lying
'Bout everything in all their rhymes
Shit, like half the time
Nigga need a bag
Tryna make on my sound
They say money is the root
But it make the world round
I'm just chillin' in this world
Finding common ground, man
Yeah, I'm just finding common ground, yeah
And I ain't got time to lounge, man
Want the bag and need it now, man

I don't know what y'all need from me but hey
I need the bag, baby
I don't know what y'all want from me but hey
I need the bag, baby
The hatin' never lasts
You're mad but you're sittin' on your ass
When I'm all about that cash, baby
I need the bag, baby
Ooh Ohhhh

Me and the bags go together
Like a snare and a drummer
Shade in the summer
Drama and baby mamas y'all, damn
Child support and your daddy
A pimp and his Caddy
A bitch that wish she had me
Watchin' other niggas moves
Though I could never lose
A hoe is made to choose right, dawg
Consequences when you ain't focused
She's moving on at a moment's notice
So you best get to the bag
And know I'm on it like a motherf*cker
Out here doing what they wish they could've
Hand grenades and horseshoes
Damn, that's really close
Only lames can only brag and boast
About some shit that almost was
Fizzing in your city
Like damn, that's almost buzz
Shitty it's a pity
Like damn, if only cuz
Man, there ain't no other reason
And hoes known to change with the seasons
So, get to the bag baby

I don't know what y'all need from me but hey
I need the bag, baby
I don't know what y'all want from me but hey
I need the bag, baby
The hatin' never lasts
You're mad but you're sittin' on your ass
When I'm all about that cash, baby
I need the bag, baby
Ooh Ohhhh