Got me countin all dis cash cash cash cash
Got a chick you know she bad bad bad bad
Walk thru poppin all da tag tag tag tags
Dis shit fa real don't mean to brag brag brag brag
Dis grind keep me on my feet I might overload
So much money at my feet like the stripper bowl
I got a bad lil thing like JLo
But I don't mean to brag
But I don't mean to brag
You know I spend a lot cash
Ain't no need for me to brag
Take a flight out to Japan
When I pull up I flip a bag
Spanish bitches call me dad
And you know I neva lack
And you know I neva lack
Leave ya in a body bag
Put my soul in every track
Cause you niggas can't relax
Give yo hoe a heart attack
Hit her wit dis f*ckin yak
Den I gon and break her back
Hit her one time dats a fact
Hit her one time dats a fact
Young nigga you might be too attached
She took my soul ova on the air mat
That shit was bold i was very impressed
She played her role kinda peaked my interest
Sittin in the back sippin on Cris
And I can't lie the hoe was lit
Got me countin all dis cash cash cash cash
Got a chick you know she bad bad bad bad
Walk thru poppin all da tag tag tag tags
Dis shit fa real don't mean to brag brag brag brag
Dis grind keep me on my feet I might overload
So much money at my feet like the stripper bowl
I got a bad lil thing like JLo
But I don't mean to brag
But I don't mean to brag
Came thru so fast you'd thought that I was da flash
Know niggas who known fo makin it clap
A young nigga just had a dream
Turned that shit into a fantasy
Stack money long like an empire scene
I'm Eating cookies but no Tarji
Ballin like MJ back on da Dream Team
Smokin hella weed can you see me
Yo chick I made her feed me
Like Akeem you better king me
Three wishes like a genie
Open her mind up to some real things
And she forever fiendin
For real shit and you fake man
Y'all niggas better lose some weight man
And I ain't talking bout the waistband
I'm talkin bout dem bricks
Da feds already got ya on da list
Got me countin all dis cash cash cash cash
Got a chick you know she bad bad bad bad
Walk thru poppin all da tag tag tag tags
Dis shit fa real don't mean to brag brag brag brag
Dis grind keep me on my feet I might overload
So much money at my feet like the stripper bowl
I got a bad lil thing like JLo
But I don't mean to brag
But I don't mean to brag
Yung I.V. - Brag Lyrics
Yung I.V. - Brag Lyrics
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Got me countin all dis cash cash cash cash
Got a chick you know she bad bad bad bad
Walk thru poppin all da tag tag tag tags
Dis shit fa real don't mean to brag brag brag brag
Dis grind keep me on my feet I might overload
So much money at my feet like the stripper bowl
I got a bad lil thing like JLo
But I don't mean to brag
But I don't mean to brag
You know I spend a lot cash
Ain't no need for me to brag
Take a flight out to Japan
When I pull up I flip a bag
Spanish bitches call me dad
And you know I neva lack
And you know I neva lack
Leave ya in a body bag
Put my soul in every track
Cause you niggas can't relax
Give yo hoe a heart attack
Hit her wit dis f*ckin yak
Den I gon and break her back
Hit her one time dats a fact
Hit her one time dats a fact
Young nigga you might be too attached
She took my soul ova on the air mat
That shit was bold i was very impressed
She played her role kinda peaked my interest
Sittin in the back sippin on Cris
And I can't lie the hoe was lit
Got me countin all dis cash cash cash cash
Got a chick you know she bad bad bad bad
Walk thru poppin all da tag tag tag tags
Dis shit fa real don't mean to brag brag brag brag
Dis grind keep me on my feet I might overload
So much money at my feet like the stripper bowl
I got a bad lil thing like JLo
But I don't mean to brag
But I don't mean to brag
Came thru so fast you'd thought that I was da flash
Know niggas who known fo makin it clap
A young nigga just had a dream
Turned that shit into a fantasy
Stack money long like an empire scene
I'm Eating cookies but no Tarji
Ballin like MJ back on da Dream Team
Smokin hella weed can you see me
Yo chick I made her feed me
Like Akeem you better king me
Three wishes like a genie
Open her mind up to some real things
And she forever fiendin
For real shit and you fake man
Y'all niggas better lose some weight man
And I ain't talking bout the waistband
I'm talkin bout dem bricks
Da feds already got ya on da list
Got me countin all dis cash cash cash cash
Got a chick you know she bad bad bad bad
Walk thru poppin all da tag tag tag tags
Dis shit fa real don't mean to brag brag brag brag
Dis grind keep me on my feet I might overload
So much money at my feet like the stripper bowl
I got a bad lil thing like JLo
But I don't mean to brag
But I don't mean to brag
Got a chick you know she bad bad bad bad
Walk thru poppin all da tag tag tag tags
Dis shit fa real don't mean to brag brag brag brag
Dis grind keep me on my feet I might overload
So much money at my feet like the stripper bowl
I got a bad lil thing like JLo
But I don't mean to brag
But I don't mean to brag
You know I spend a lot cash
Ain't no need for me to brag
Take a flight out to Japan
When I pull up I flip a bag
Spanish bitches call me dad
And you know I neva lack
And you know I neva lack
Leave ya in a body bag
Put my soul in every track
Cause you niggas can't relax
Give yo hoe a heart attack
Hit her wit dis f*ckin yak
Den I gon and break her back
Hit her one time dats a fact
Hit her one time dats a fact
Young nigga you might be too attached
She took my soul ova on the air mat
That shit was bold i was very impressed
She played her role kinda peaked my interest
Sittin in the back sippin on Cris
And I can't lie the hoe was lit
Got me countin all dis cash cash cash cash
Got a chick you know she bad bad bad bad
Walk thru poppin all da tag tag tag tags
Dis shit fa real don't mean to brag brag brag brag
Dis grind keep me on my feet I might overload
So much money at my feet like the stripper bowl
I got a bad lil thing like JLo
But I don't mean to brag
But I don't mean to brag
Came thru so fast you'd thought that I was da flash
Know niggas who known fo makin it clap
A young nigga just had a dream
Turned that shit into a fantasy
Stack money long like an empire scene
I'm Eating cookies but no Tarji
Ballin like MJ back on da Dream Team
Smokin hella weed can you see me
Yo chick I made her feed me
Like Akeem you better king me
Three wishes like a genie
Open her mind up to some real things
And she forever fiendin
For real shit and you fake man
Y'all niggas better lose some weight man
And I ain't talking bout the waistband
I'm talkin bout dem bricks
Da feds already got ya on da list
Got me countin all dis cash cash cash cash
Got a chick you know she bad bad bad bad
Walk thru poppin all da tag tag tag tags
Dis shit fa real don't mean to brag brag brag brag
Dis grind keep me on my feet I might overload
So much money at my feet like the stripper bowl
I got a bad lil thing like JLo
But I don't mean to brag
But I don't mean to brag
Writer: Cleveland Johnson
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