Blow a Bag - YBS Skola, Meek Mill

Gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang

That be Maaly Raw

Countin' up that bag, feel like I’m made for this shit (Shit)

Remember I was broke, I really prayed for that shit (Shit)

Now I got that Ghost, I had to save for that shit (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Just a young drip nigga gettin' paid for that shit

Gang, gang, gang (Gang, gang)

Gettin' paid for this shit

I know one thing ‘bout them suckers, they gon' hate when you rich

I know one thing ‘bout my niggas, they gon' stay with them bricks

In a mansion out in Cali gettin' laid like some chips

Gang, gang, gang, started from the pavement and shit (Shit)

Let me out that Alturas, I cut my wave in this bitch (Jheeze)

Spend some cash, Bentley truck, I had to weight for that shit

When it drop, I get in fights, I’m on the Mayweather list (Ooh)

Me and lil' Chino up in Valentino (What we doin'?)

Blowin' cash, bussin' up under her like Al Pachino (Boss)

Roll the dice, I buss a seven, I ain’t playin' Debo (Woo)

Half a milli diamond chains, ain’t no Cuban kilos

Ain’t no love for no opps (Opps)

Sub nose and chops (Brrr)

Yeah, nigga, what’s poppin'?(Brrr)

Hate to tell you I ain’t really the trenches and all the diamonds (What?)

That’s why they robbin' (Why?)

Fuck around and get bodied (Brrr)

Niggas know this big bank, I loan you money no problem (No problem)

Beat a body in the court room, then swing dance like Bobby (Swing)

Money dance like Renzel (Renzel)

Make a movie like Denzel (Denzel)

Nigga say I took ten Ls

But I bounce back with like ten mil', like

Countin' up that bag, feel like I’m made for this shit (Shit)

Remember I was broke, I really prayed for that shit (Shit)

Now I got that Ghost, I had to save for that shit (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Just a young drip nigga gettin' paid for that shit

Gang, gang, gang (Gang, gang)

Gettin' paid for this shit

I know one thing ‘bout them suckers, they gon' hate when you rich

I know one thing ‘bout my niggas, they gon' stay with them bricks

In a mansion out in Cali gettin' laid like some chips

Gang, gang, gang

Me and Meek Milly in Philly, just landed in the DR

Call my young boy up, man, like someone bring a CR

Just some young niggas from the hood, ballin' with a check (Ballin', ballin')

I got that iced out assed Rollie, he got that iced out assed Patek (Bling,

bling)

In two days, bitch, we went from on a yacht to on a jet (Woo)

Only thing I would fuckin' miss is Truz and Nex (My Nex)

I was made to hit niggas chicks ‘cause I do it better

I was made to rock Louis V, now I know the sweater (Woo)

In and out my city, man, I swear I got keep that Beretta

That’s on camera, rockin' diamonds when you really gettin' cheddar

I’m experienced with this shit (Yeah), I ain’t new to this (Yeah),

I’m true to this

You might catch a .30 clip if you think you snatchin' this (Brr, more)

Bitch, I’m in the club performin' with my shit on stage (That way)

Demons in the crowd, I give ‘em that wink, they gon' rage (Yeah)

Woo, I was made for that shit

We was never gettin' fronted, we was payin' for them bricks, nigga

Countin' up that bag, feel like I’m made for this shit (Shit)

Remember I was broke, I really prayed for that shit (Shit)

Now I got that Ghost, I had to save for that shit (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Just a young drip nigga gettin' paid for that shit

Gang, gang, gang (Gang, gang)

Gettin' paid for this shit

I know one thing ‘bout them suckers, they gon' hate when you rich

I know one thing ‘bout my niggas, they gon' stay with them bricks

In a mansion out in Cali gettin' laid like some chips

Gang, gang, gang