GTTB (feat. Fortune)

(Young Marvin in his hay)
Gettin' to the bag
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Swagger so silky but
Nigga don't milk me
Don't let me go off and brag
Yeah, yeah
Hot like a furnace
Complete any purchase
Not looking at the tag no way, aye, aye
These bands in my pockets
You a drag I'm a jockey
Pants always fucking saggin'
Getting to the bag aye
Getting to the bag aye
Getting to the bag aye
Getting to the bag aye
Grind don't stop
Rock big rocks (aye)
Bill big fucks (yuh)
Yeah my wrist hot (yeah)
BS the hotspot
Got my bitch rolling pot
Money on the clock
Twelve to Twelve bitch
Don't let shit rot uh
You only sorry when
You get caught, yeah
I avoid the snakes
Got the crib on lock shoot my shot
No bot, make it drop
Shake that ass smoke this grass
Make sure the speakers blast
Life is always moving fast
Looking forward not the past
She's saying that I'm harsh
So I had to fucking pass
If you ain't first you last
Got her screams breaking glass
Blackspadez taking tasks
Short or little, not down the middle
Gettin' to the bag
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Swagger so silky but
Nigga don't milk me
Don't let me go off and brag
Yeah, yeah
Hot like a furnace
Complete any purchase
Not looking at the tag no way, aye, aye
These bands in my pockets
You a drag I'm a jockey
Pants always fucking saggin'
Getting to the bag aye
Getting to the bag aye
Getting to the bag aye
Getting to the bag aye
I'm sittin' and drinkin'
I ain't really thinking
What's on my mind yeah
These bitches is fiendin'
They hitting my line
Ain't got no time
Yeah yeah
Everyday, moving packs and weight
Got no tax to pay
Slacking is a virtue that I lack
And only time for stacking
I'm on brackin', got a backwoods
We scale it up and bag it
Get to the bag, get to the bag
Get to the bag, yeah
Told the bitch get the rag
Get the rag yeah, yeah
Don't call us if it ain't about the money
Separate phone for that
Separate phone for hunnys
I don't play the dummy
If she want a tummy tuck
Bitch, I'ma funny fuck
And you niggas runnin' out of shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
24/7 like 7-Eleven
Play with my cash you get to the heaven
Or hell, what's your preference on this mic
I got stripes like a referee
Never get the best of me
Otherwise you rest in peace bitch
Get the bag yeah, yeah