In my bag now, in my bag now What the fuck is that, son? What the fuck is that, son? Put the Mack out, niggas sat down I got shit I never had now I can brag now, got my bitch a Louis bag now She can brag now, brought my bitch a fuckin' bag now She a brag now, now I'm sittin' in a club in a different bag now Baby when I pick it up, you gon' put that ass down Tell him you don't give a fuck, baby, spin that ass round Tell the DJ, turn it up, what the fuck is that sound? Ayy, boogie with the hoodie in it, so he squarin' Yeah, I know she like my style, a mother nigga's borin' When I pull up, big ol' skirt, skirt, that's a foreign When I pull up on a red light, they don't want it Yeah, I came up from the mud and my baby know that Introduced her to my vlog, now she think she all that When I first hit her up, no, she never rolled back Then I saw her at the club, so I got up on that Now every time they play this song, she say, this is my shit See the flick on my wrist, and I know she know it's up Baby, this is my shit See the flick on my wrist They know that's my bitch, that's a fact And she stalk with me when you in my section Fill it up with my club, empty, I can't fuck with racks That's a fact, that's a dog, nigga, all about my F Can't put water over blood, nigga, trust me, it get ugly If I wasn't gettin' money, would you still want me? If I told you I was broke, would you start actin' funny? This is all I ever wanted, you can't take it from me Now every time they play this song, she say, this is my shit See the flick on my wrist, and I know she know it's up Baby, this is my shit See the flick on my wrist See the flick on my wrist