[Intro]
(Woah)
And it came back (Uh-huh)
And it came back (DATACLUB)
Brrat (And it came back)
Yeah (And it came back)
Yeah (And it came back)
(BNYX)

[Chorus]
You need a bag, but you want a bitch
I'm gettin' bags and I'm gettin' rich
My n***as got cash, yeah, we gettin' it
She got a fat ass, so I'm hittin' it
Drive to the bag, feel like Money Mitch
I got a bag, you got money, bitch
I do not fuck with that funny shit
Got too much cash, n***a, comin' in
I don't fuck with the public life, n***a, I'd rather stay low-key
I don't know these n***as, all these n***as, they know me
N***a, I'm eighteen, but I'm these n***as OG's
All my guys got exotic, hell no, this no OG

[Verse 1]
Girl, just blitz it, if not broken, don't fix it
N***as, they shootin' like the Pistons
N***as, they shootin' and they missin'
Bro got a Cuban from a lick
I'm givin' 'em sauce, n***a, if they listen
I got that knife, n***a, no ballistic
Step out the zone, n***a, this restricted
Bitch, I'm just fuckin', I ain't kissin'
You thought I was cuffin'? You a mistress
Pull up and I'm dumpin', fuck the kickin'
Bro off the cup, n***a, he ain't kick it
N***a, I ain't Messi, so I can't kick it
I feel like I'm Herb, I might just go kill shit
You want a 100K, I want a mill', bitch
No, this not Toronto, ahlie, styll, bitch
I'm fuckin' this ho, she mine still, bitch
[Bridge]
I know it look easy, told that bitch she need me
She still got my songs on repeat, I know she wan' be here with me
Told a ho, "Slide to my city," come stay a night, I know you hear me
And the bitch tryna line me, she so mad them boys can't get me

[Chorus]
You need a bag, but you want a bitch
I'm gettin' bags and I'm gettin' rich
My n***as got cash, yeah, we gettin' it
She got a fat ass, so I'm hittin' it
Drive to the bag, feel like Money Mitch
I got a bag, you got money, bitch
I do not fuck with that funny shit
Got too much cash, n***a, comin' in
I don't fuck with the public life, n***a, I'd rather stay low-key
I don't know these n***as, all these n***as, they know me
N***a, I'm eighteen, but I'm these n***as OG's
All my guys got exotic, hell no, this no OG

[Verse 2]
I just sent my bro on a hit with a full clip and it came back empty
FN hit him in his shit, hell yeah, yeah, boy, yeah, we gon' win, no semi
N***as, they don't want no static, don't start up with me, start up with me
Don't say that we got beef if you ain't got it with me, got it with me
Bro don't even run trap, he ain't chase that remi, chase that remi
No, this ain't 2K15, he chase that demi, chase that demi
He think that he got bitches, but I got plenty, I got plenty
She said that she felt my vibe the same damn day that she got with me
She like, "Tec, I think I fell in love with the way that you got in me"
I told her I need a little more before the sauce get in me
She said, "Boy, let's take a little pour, just let this drink can't get me"
I know when she want a little more, that's why she wan' get near me
[Chorus]
You need a bag, but you want a bitch
I'm gettin' bags and I'm gettin' rich
My n***as got cash, yeah, we gettin' it
She got a fat ass, so I'm hittin' it
Drive to the bag, feel like Money Mitch
I got a bag, you got money, bitch
I do not fuck with that funny shit
Got too much cash, n***a, comin' in
I don't fuck with the public life, n***a, I'd rather stay low-key
I don't know these n***as, all these n***as, they know me
N***a, I'm eighteen, but I'm these n***as OG's
All my guys got exotic, hell no, this no OG

[Outro]
What else? What else? Let's go
What else? Uh-huh, let's go
What else? Uh-huh, Romani, what else?
Uh-huh
Woah, woah, woah (Keep that)