
bag talk - taj rich lyrics
bag talk
(britt talking)
talk yo sh*t then taj
(taj talking)
hook
ain’t got no time for these n*ggas
ain’t got no time for these hoes
ain’t got no time to be chilling with n*ggas
cause i ain’t got time to be broke
i hear the rumors about me
i don’t acknowledge em though
i do not argue with b*tches (why)
i let that bag talk (woah)
i let that bag talk to em
i let that bag(bag) talk (x4)
verse 1
no tongue no face f*ck s*x i’m straight
need cash need checks to deposit to the bank
see these hoes got it wrong cause the p*ssy got the power
yeah that n*gga might be yours but just know them pockets ours
these hoes be hurt behind these duck ass n*ggas
that puts no money in they pocket, girl f*ck that n*gga
and if his homie got a bag , go f*ck that n*gga
and run his pockets til they dry ho, f*ck that n*gga
i missed this talking all that big sh*t
done gripped on every hoe that’s on yo wishlist
same n*gga stress ya out baby girl i dissed him
i ain’t got no passes for no n*ggas on b*tch sh*t
im a bad b*tch with a bad b*tch sh*t is different
we might take yo n*gga if yo n*gga out here tricking
too comfortable with friction won’t never catch me slipping
bundles is 30 inches & its 30 in that extension
hook
ain’t got no time for these n*ggas
ain’t got no time for these hoes
ain’t got no time to be chilling with n*ggas
cause i ain’t got time to be broke
i hear the rumors about me
i don’t acknowledge em though
i do not argue with b*tches (why)
i let that bag talk (woah)
i let that bag talk to em
i let that bag(bag) talk (x4)
verse 2
i promise you don’t want no drama pop up at ya mama house with the llama
like a farmer bring that heat like a sauna, f*ck they neck im at they spine like a novel
can’t hit the club without sections or bottles we not the same , i ain’t never been a lame
i’ll never f*ck for fame. break a n*gga pockets down til i can’t
y’all want chanel bags and nail money , b*tch i want the cash
boss b*tch you ain’t even gotta ask double the bag, don’t mean to brag
but i get it popping like papovich when i shoot i don’t miss im stojakovic
just left the doctors they said that my iron count low , i had to ice out my esophagus
you can’t make that bag talk n*gga cause you broke
long live monnie man they turned his k!ller to a ghost
i ain’t never ever bought no bundles for no hoe
i only buy em food and if they lucky they can smoke
hook
ain’t got no time for these n*ggas
ain’t got no time for these hoes
ain’t got no time to be chilling with n*ggas
cause i ain’t got time to be broke
i hear the rumors about me
i don’t acknowledge em though
i do not argue with b*tches (why)
i let that bag talk (woah)
i let that bag talk to em
i let that bag(bag) talk (x4)
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