I put em on game when I switch lanes
I do it for the bag I don't do it for the fame
Man money ain't a thing
Man money ain't a thing
I got em laced up
Fill up my cup
I keep that thing tucked
I ain't never getting duffed
Don't test your luck
Don't test your luck
Don't test my gang please
You don't want to tussle
You ain't ready for the fade
You ain't ready to get humbled
You ain't ready to get humbled
I'm that nigga with the bag boy
You don't want no trouble
Ima have you all handled have you knotted like a camel
You ain't ready for the battle
You ain't ready for the battle na na na
Cold cut ima put her in the deli
I don't take them home I take them to the telly
If she busting ima take her down to bennies
Kick her out if she ask me for a penny
Flip around backwards like I'm crisscross
If she playing games yea pull her wig off
I don't take L's cuz I'm well off
Throwing dirt on my name cuz you fell off
I put em on game when I switch lanes
I do it for the bag I don't do it for the fame
Man money ain't a thing
Man money ain't a thing
I got em laced up
Fill up my cup
I keep that thing tucked
I ain't never getting duffed
Don't test your luck
Don't test your luck
Ok I'm reloaded
Took a couple shots now I'm ready to get rolling
Started conversatin with this baddy in the open
When I asked her where she from she replied I'm from Oakland
Cute face with a small waist
Put the tee-tops in the back of the Chevrolet
Shawty got a thing for the grills and the stunner shades
Started with the pills then I mix it with the OJ
Faded roll the tree up in a c-note
I'm with some dread heads with the hoodies and the pea coats
A couple white friends and they swinging in a regal
Fifteens in the back dumping like a desert eagle
Everything we doing is illegal
Driving and we're sipping Hennessy by the fifth
Twelves on my feet compliment the swag kit
If a nigga trying to hate ima have to tell him this
I put em on game game game game game
I put em on game game game
I put em on game when I switch lanes
I do it for the bag I don't do it for the fame
Man money ain't a thing
Man money ain't a thing
I got em laced up
Fill up my cup
I keep that thing tucked
I ain't never getting duffed
Don't test your luck
Don't test your luck
Vancil - Furley (feat. Rocco808 & Aric Jones) Lyrics
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I put em on game when I switch lanes
I do it for the bag I don't do it for the fame
Man money ain't a thing
Man money ain't a thing
I got em laced up
Fill up my cup
I keep that thing tucked
I ain't never getting duffed
Don't test your luck
Don't test your luck
Don't test my gang please
You don't want to tussle
You ain't ready for the fade
You ain't ready to get humbled
You ain't ready to get humbled
I'm that nigga with the bag boy
You don't want no trouble
Ima have you all handled have you knotted like a camel
You ain't ready for the battle
You ain't ready for the battle na na na
Cold cut ima put her in the deli
I don't take them home I take them to the telly
If she busting ima take her down to bennies
Kick her out if she ask me for a penny
Flip around backwards like I'm crisscross
If she playing games yea pull her wig off
I don't take L's cuz I'm well off
Throwing dirt on my name cuz you fell off
I put em on game when I switch lanes
I do it for the bag I don't do it for the fame
Man money ain't a thing
Man money ain't a thing
I got em laced up
Fill up my cup
I keep that thing tucked
I ain't never getting duffed
Don't test your luck
Don't test your luck
Ok I'm reloaded
Took a couple shots now I'm ready to get rolling
Started conversatin with this baddy in the open
When I asked her where she from she replied I'm from Oakland
Cute face with a small waist
Put the tee-tops in the back of the Chevrolet
Shawty got a thing for the grills and the stunner shades
Started with the pills then I mix it with the OJ
Faded roll the tree up in a c-note
I'm with some dread heads with the hoodies and the pea coats
A couple white friends and they swinging in a regal
Fifteens in the back dumping like a desert eagle
Everything we doing is illegal
Driving and we're sipping Hennessy by the fifth
Twelves on my feet compliment the swag kit
If a nigga trying to hate ima have to tell him this
I put em on game game game game game
I put em on game game game
I put em on game when I switch lanes
I do it for the bag I don't do it for the fame
Man money ain't a thing
Man money ain't a thing
I got em laced up
Fill up my cup
I keep that thing tucked
I ain't never getting duffed
Don't test your luck
Don't test your luck
I do it for the bag I don't do it for the fame
Man money ain't a thing
Man money ain't a thing
I got em laced up
Fill up my cup
I keep that thing tucked
I ain't never getting duffed
Don't test your luck
Don't test your luck
Don't test my gang please
You don't want to tussle
You ain't ready for the fade
You ain't ready to get humbled
You ain't ready to get humbled
I'm that nigga with the bag boy
You don't want no trouble
Ima have you all handled have you knotted like a camel
You ain't ready for the battle
You ain't ready for the battle na na na
Cold cut ima put her in the deli
I don't take them home I take them to the telly
If she busting ima take her down to bennies
Kick her out if she ask me for a penny
Flip around backwards like I'm crisscross
If she playing games yea pull her wig off
I don't take L's cuz I'm well off
Throwing dirt on my name cuz you fell off
I put em on game when I switch lanes
I do it for the bag I don't do it for the fame
Man money ain't a thing
Man money ain't a thing
I got em laced up
Fill up my cup
I keep that thing tucked
I ain't never getting duffed
Don't test your luck
Don't test your luck
Ok I'm reloaded
Took a couple shots now I'm ready to get rolling
Started conversatin with this baddy in the open
When I asked her where she from she replied I'm from Oakland
Cute face with a small waist
Put the tee-tops in the back of the Chevrolet
Shawty got a thing for the grills and the stunner shades
Started with the pills then I mix it with the OJ
Faded roll the tree up in a c-note
I'm with some dread heads with the hoodies and the pea coats
A couple white friends and they swinging in a regal
Fifteens in the back dumping like a desert eagle
Everything we doing is illegal
Driving and we're sipping Hennessy by the fifth
Twelves on my feet compliment the swag kit
If a nigga trying to hate ima have to tell him this
I put em on game game game game game
I put em on game game game
I put em on game when I switch lanes
I do it for the bag I don't do it for the fame
Man money ain't a thing
Man money ain't a thing
I got em laced up
Fill up my cup
I keep that thing tucked
I ain't never getting duffed
Don't test your luck
Don't test your luck
Writer: Aric Jones, Genta Hammani, Jason Vancil Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Vancil
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Aric Jones, Genta Hammani, Jason Vancil Jr