That Bag

[Intro]
Yeah, D.C., uh, dumb it down, dumb it down, dumb it down, down
Down, down, uh

[Verse 1]

We gon' get this money man, twenties, fifties, hundreds man
On the clock, trying to work, see a opp he gotta get murked
I am Gary they call me Lord, what you hating on me for
Is it 'cause I'm 'bout to soar, booking shows, world tours
Only if the price is right, I might take this flight tonight
Damn right, I gotta get paid, get to the bag, it's money to be made
Northeast, D.C. where we be, they love Gary in these streets
As long as I make my beats, I'm gon' keep on bringing heat
Guaranteed, only facts, haters can not hold me back
We're not in it for the fame, we gon' get this money man, yeah

[Chorus 2x]
We gon' get this money (that bag)
We gon' get this money (we just want that bag)
We gon' get this money (yeah, that bag)
We gon' get this money (it's all about that bag)

[Verse 2]

Now who the fuck is on my phone, won't leave me the hell alone
Now I'm on and they geek, working seven days a week
Will not quit until we pop, even then I will not stop
Set up shop, fuck the opps, they just wanna see us drop
Never dummy we gon' rise, get that money live our lives
Get a crib and get some whips, get some chicks and spend some chips
That is what it's all about, get a house and kick them out
Make sure all my men gon' shine, put them in a position to grind
Guaranteed, only facts, haters can not hold me back
We're not in it for the fame, we gon' get this money man, yeah

[Chorus 2x}
[Verse 3]

Rocking to that 808, get that money say your grace
Dear God thank you for this money that I make, Amen
Put it back into the hood, hit the club and make it flood
Two red stripes and three red stars, D.o.C that's who we are
Everybody wanna ball, holler at broads at the mall
R.I.P. to the Pimp, get that money get that win, yeah

[Chorus 2x]
[End]