Lou!
Ayy, Nak, Nak
(I get my work from the Narcos)
I need singles, fives, tens, dubs
Fifties, green, and blue honchos duh
I need singles, fives, tens, dubs
Fifties, hundreds, save the two's for good luck
I need a bag (I need a bag)
Give me the loot (give me the loot)
I need a bag
Give me the loot (give me the loot)
I need a bag (I need a bag)
Give me the loot (give me the loot)
I need a bag
Give me the loot (give me it please)
I put the red bottoms on red carpets
I'm 'bout to start selling you garmets
When I bring the bag in, she suck on my dick while I count it
That's why she's my darling
Oh no, it wasn't always like this
Coming home like night with no dishes
To eat that shit, had me pissed
So I had to go and get it
Can't none of you niggas f*ck over me
'Cause I be watching the game OD
I ain't gonna say this shit no more
My nigga you know they ain't no hoe in me
Drivin' myself crazy, I been chasing these bags
I ain't been get no sleep
And of course I reek of the weed
'Cause marijuana keep my stress from reaching it's peak
And I'm not really with all the talking, I go out and do it
This rapper shit new to me
I do not care 'bout no jewelry
These mills for mom and dad, an you and me
I need singles, fives, tens, dubs
Fifties, green, and blue honchos duh
I need singles, fives, tens, dubs
Fifties, hundreds, save the two's for good luck
I need a bag (I need a bag)
Give me the loot (give me the loot)
I need a bag
Give me the loot (give me the loot)
I need a bag (I need a bag)
Give me the loot (give me the loot)
I need a bag
Give me the loot (give me the loot)