Myles Preme - Big Bags Lyrics

Remember the days
It was so cold, so cold
You heart was just so cold, so cold

Eyes open
Went through the bloodshed
Eyes red
Smoking potent
Yeah got my eyes red
Ducking feds
Nigga just tryna get my team a Rolex
Hunnid thou
That I'll make my momma so muthaf*ckin' proud

I stack the cash
I did this shit so so long
Niggas in the feds
Damn my niggas so gone
Got niggas six feet under
My niggas so gone
And now it just make me blow that strong
Im focused on bread
Im focused on bread
A nigga been so so prepared
These bitches been trying to stop the top
But nigga Im keeping a Glock
I might just pop ya pops
I might just come pop ya top
(Yeah)
Then I just drop the top
And then I just pull off and fast
Y'all niggas been on my dick
I know that you niggas is fag
I just need a better whip
Cause you used to drive in a Jag
My bitch is hella so bad
My bitch is definitely ten
My bitches jump in the gym
They get that ass from the gym
No ass shots on my hoe
Had not
Gucci, Birkin flash that
Yeah I just bag thots
Yeah I f*ck on bad thots
Yeah my thots from overseas
Yeah, Yeah
She loving me
She tryna take control of me

She suck me when I go to sleep
Then she wake me up to head
I just wanna wake up to bread
Nigga I need a Nike check
I know that you niggas aint doing what I be doing
These niggas aint even getting fly
How I be going
Yeah
I go harder
Yeah
I go harder
Feeling like Weezy
When he made the Carter
Feeling like Baby
When he made Drip Harder
Uh, damn
Bitches call me poppa
Dick the bitch down
And she suck me up proper
A young nigga just be bossing
I know y'all niggas not saucy
Yeah, ice is like im Frosty
Bitch just called me the snowman
But Im not Jeezy the snowman
I can trap or die
Til the morning
I know I can (Uh)
I trap til it Urk
Trap til it hurt
Trap til it work
Yeah Ima work til it work

Yo bitch tryna flirt with me
But I don't want yo hoe
Cause she just wanna f*ck wit me
And get a Gucci purse
But I can't love her
Just f*ck that bitch
And throw that ass in reverse
Then send that bitch to work
Then send that bitch to work, work, work
Yeah Yeah
I love the money to much
I f*ck her I could never trust
Double cups
Got my money coming fast
Only f*ck them bitches
If they bougie bad
I was in a f*cking race
To the bag
It wasn't no work
I went and got all of that
Like all of that
We aint have no choice but to get all of that

I know that you niggas down bad
I know that y'all niggas is hurt
I can put niggas to work
I can give ya life a lil worth
I got money coming in all day
Y'all niggas talk talk talk
Y'all niggas cap cap talk all day
Ima make big big bag all day

Ima pull up in a fast whip
Pull up wit a bad bitch
She suck me up I take her Sak Fifth
I went from broke to living lavish
Check my account
Im seeing amounts that you couldn't fathom
You tryna copy
Aint coming out right
Cause you aint got passion

I got big bags on me
Big cash on me
Big bag on me
I got big bags for me
Big bags on me
Big bags on me