I get two a bag (you feel me)
Riches from rags (you feel me)
Bentleys from cash (you feel me)
I keep me a band (you feel me)
Don't know about the jungle (you feel me)
We come from the humble (you feel me)
We flip with no tumble (you feel me)
We get it, no fumble (you feel me)
I get two a bag (you feel me)
Riches from rags (you feel me)
Bentleys from cash (you feel me)
Keep me a band (you feel me)
Don't know about the jungle (you feel me)
We come from the humble (you feel me)
We flip with no tumble (you feel me)
We get it, no fumble (you feel me)
Scrapers and go-karts
Movin' work like Ozark
We ain't know about Goyard?
Why you think we go hard?
We come from the land of the pimps, gift of the gab, legends this year
Never abandon the ship, we tit for a tat, it's levels to this
These chicks be choosin'
From their high-feed movement
Lot of clowns with money
Girl I ain't no goofy
I swear my life a movie
Got no children in Juvie
Talkin' out your neck though, you gon' lose your coofie
Put some respect on the set, I only do Bentley's and jets
Prez need a rollie, I'll do the protect
Been in the shit, I'm really a vet
Fight in the mud just to get me a check
But in the tears, trippy to sweat
Never could fear, beast in the flesh
I'll grill 'em with beer, meat in the dress
George of the jungle, I swing with finesse
(You feel me)
Riches from rags (you feel me)
Bentleys from cash (you feel me)
I keep me a band (you feel me)
Don't know about the jungle (you feel me)
We come from the humble (you feel me)
We flip with no tumble (you feel me)
We get it, no fumble (you feel me)
I get two a bag (you feel me)
Riches from rags (you feel me)
Bentleys from cash (you feel me)
Keep me a band (you feel me)
Don't know about the jungle (you feel me)
We come from the humble (you feel me)
We flip with no tumble (you feel me)
We get it, no fumble (you feel me)
Ay, bag it up and then move it, quick with the movements
If she ain't salutin' then you ain't a real one
I grabbed a duffle bag and had it filled up
I put her all night and I'm still up
I'll fuck the quarter, run it half a milla, niggas just livin'
Why is your wifery all in my business
They wanna kill us for calling 'em snitches
I seen the paper, you talked to them bitches
Look at my partner, he in the kitchen
That nigga twistin' and whippin'
He tryna whip him a Bentley
They throw him a medallion's fifty
Imagine the pussy he'd get me
I sip till I'm busy, you feel me?
I'm fucking this bitch, he gon' kill me
I be in the streets with his children
I'm banging the beast with the billies
Ay, I sent the hooker to Philly
ASAP nigga you know the drill
Shoutout to Dame D.O.L.L.A 'cause that nigga hit me
He got one, let's get it
Shoutout to Dame D.O.L.L.A, 'cause that nigga hear me
He got one, let's get it
I get two a bag (you feel me)
Riches from rags (you feel me)
Bentleys from cash (you feel me)
I keep me a band (you feel me)
Don't know about the jungle (you feel me)
We come from the humble (you feel me)
We flip with no tumble (you feel me)
We get it, no fumble (you feel me)
I get two a bag (you feel me)
Riches from rags (you feel me)
Bentleys from cash (you feel me)
Keep me a band (you feel me)
Don't know about the jungle (you feel me)
We come from the humble (you feel me)
We flip with no tumble (you feel me)
We get it, no fumble (you feel me)