(Hook)
^!$$%s mad cuz I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had

My true religion sack
I got these ^!$$%s mad
These ^!$$%s mad cuz I got a bag

I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these ^!$$%s mad cuz I got a bag

(Verse)
Got these ^!$$%s mad cuz I got a bag
Poppin poppin out the Porsche, true religion swag

Hoppin out the Rrari, let my Gucci set
From my Gucci linz down to my Gucci pants
Damn, I got these ^!$$%s mad

Flexin in the club with a $#&@in bag
30 bottles poppin cuz I got a bag
And I'm flexin with that sack that he never had

I got that ^!$$% mad and my (*##$ is bad
And I'm blowin on his kush, got my eyes red
Pull up to the club and we goin in

I got that bag, ain't dough, tell that man
Ain't no telling cuz we flexin
Gold on my necklace, living young and reckless

^!$$%s hatin on me cuz I got that sack
Cuz I got that bag, cuz I got that swag
And I ain't really sharin, yea we pop tags

Yea we pop 30's, shoot him in his face
It ain't really %#@!, tell my lawyer beat the case
SOD, Money Gang, yea we in this place

(Hook)
^!$$%s mad cuz I got a bag
I'm flexin with that sack that he never had

My true religion sack
I got these ^!$$%s mad
These ^!$$%s mad cuz I got a bag

I'm flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these ^!$$%s mad cuz I got a bag

(Verse)
Got these ^!$$%s mad cuz I got a bag
30 in my lap, ^!$$% fight this strap

Pull up in that Llac, all these backed up scared
Place your ice on nosette, get yo $$# jacked
True story, what the $#&@ it do?

^!$$% $#&@ yo crew
Plus I got choppas ^!$$%, $#&@ yo $#&@in guns
Born with no roof, pull up on yo (*##$

Told er hop inside this whip, (*##$ suck my dick
Epige (squad) SOD (squad)
I don't eat no food for breakfast, wake up drinkin lean

Off a bank and instant pink
All I see is cash every time I blink