Funny, you can't turn me down
I already know nobody don't got my back
Yeah, yeah

Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks
Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks

Ooh, boy you cappin', boy you cappin'
Ooh, you ain't put nothing on the map
Choppa on my lap
Ooh, she like when I pop them tags
Yeah, don't trip 'bout my tag, yeah
Get my swag from my dad, yeah
Hunnid bands in my bag
30 round in my mag
Fuck niggas bit my swag, ayy
I was just tryna walk past, yeah
Put your lil bitch on a jet
Dance on my dick with your lap, yeah
Slide in the whip, drive fast
Goin' way faster than dash
Wanna race, boy, get dragged

Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks
Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks

Ooh, boy you cappin', boy you cappin'
Ooh, you ain't put nothing on the map
Choppa on my lap
Ooh, she like when I pop them tags
Yeah, don't trip 'bout my tag, yeah
Get my swag from my dad, yeah
Hunnid bands in my bag
30 round in my mag
Fuck niggas bit my swag, ayy
I was just tryna walk past, yeah
Put your lil bitch on a jet
Dance on my dick with your lap, yeah
Slide in the whip, drive fast
Goin' way faster than dash
Wanna race, boy, get dragged
Talking too slick, get clapped
Fucking your bitch, no fag
So fuck nigga better relax, 'cause everything I say facts
I skate on a bitch like Vans
Been wearing them shits since The Pack
Ridin' 'round all black Mac
Know I gotta watch my back

Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks
Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks

Kick my one-two, yeah, ooh
Fuck around, hunt you
Kick shit, Kung Fu
All my foreigns new
Pourin' my Mountain Dew
Diamonds from Cancun
Twenty bitches at the Fountain Bleu
Psychic clowns too
Your diamonds got clouds, too
Money talking loud, too
Can't wait to embarrass you
I was actin' like a bastard too
I fuck like midnight blues
Three-hunnid for the big Bentley Coupe
Uh, yeah
Wrist on froze like "Ouch"
Got a car in the house like a couch
Been rich, your bitch can vouch, yeah
Now bring your scout, yeah
I put my dick in her mouth, yeah
We was on your couch, yeah
I put my nut on her comb, now you got a nut in your hair
Chanel on her mannequin
My flow means eleven
I got me a wife, but I still live like a bachelor
I told her we married
But I'm never gon' marry her
I married the money and karats
I'm not tryna embarrass ya

Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks
Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks