I Get The Bag song by Gucci Mane from Primary Album Mr-davis. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, Atlanta Rap, Trap music. The Record company is 1017 Records, Atlantic Records & Guwop Enterprises. Released on August 18, 2017.
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I Get The Bag Meaning
| [[Intro: Gucci Mane & Quavo] Ha It’s Gucci, it’s Drop Top Wizop, whoo Yeah, ayy (Go) [Chorus: Quavo] You get the bag and fumble it I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (Yeah) Straight out the lot, three hundred cash (Cash) And the car came with a blunt in it (Yeah) Lil’ mama a thot, and she got ass (Thot) And she gon’ fuck up a bag (Yeah) Pull up to the spot, livin’ too fast (Yeah) Droppin’ the dope in the stash (Yeah) In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (Ooh, brr, ayy) Drop the top when it’s cold (Drop-top) But you feel the heat (Skrrt, yeah, ayy) Be real with me Keep it 100, just be real with me (Ayy) Eat it up like it’s a feast (Woah, eat it up) They say the dope on fleek (Yep) [Verse 1: Takeoff] Percocet pill on me (Percocet) Ice on my neck, baby, chill with me (Ice) Them niggas that post in the back don’t say nothin’ Them niggas will kill for me Back ends I count in my sleep, on fleek Hundred K spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe) Bitch, I’m a dog, eat my treat (Hrr) Hop out the frog and leap (Leap) I put them bricks in the fender My bitch, she walk around like she Kris Jenner (Kris Jenner) I used to break in and enter Then Takeoff runnin’ like the game of temple (Whew) It’s simple, I play with her mental Mama said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (Mama) Count it up, ’cause I’m a money symbol Walkin’ with the racks, I’m lookin’ crippled (Money) Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (Tip her) A nickel for me to take pictures (Nickel) Not from L.A. but I clip her (Brr) Double my cup, pour a triple (Actavis) Fox on my body, no Vivica (Fox on my…) I’m not your average or typical (I’m not your…) Look at my wrist, and it’s critical (Look at the…) Hold it up, droppin’ the temperature (Droppin’ the…) I get that bag on the regular (Bag) I got a bag on my cellular (Brr) Backin’ up, baggin’ up vegetables (Bag) Bag of them cookies, it’s medical (Cookies) Cocaine, codeine, etcetera (White) Cocaine and lean, it’s federal (White) I take off, landin’ on Nebula As of now twenty M’s on my schedule (Takeoff) , [Chorus: Quavo & Gucci Mane] You get the bag and fumble it I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (Yeah) Straight out the lot, three hundred cash (Cash) And the car came with a blunt in it (Yeah) Lil’ mama a thot, and she got ass (Thot) And she gon’ fuck up a bag (Yeah) Pull up to the spot, livin’ too fast (Yeah) Droppin’ the dope in the stash (Yeah) In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (Ooh, brr, ayy) Drop the top when it’s cold (Drop-top) But you feel the heat (Skrrt, yeah, ayy) Be real with me Keep it 100, just be real with me (It’s Gucci, ayy) Eat it up like it’s a feast (Hah, woah, eat it up) They say the dope on fleek (Yep) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I know that these niggas gettin’ sick of me (Eww-ah) These chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece (Um) I don’t even like to freestyle for free I put in the key and I ride the beat I won’t even come out the house for free I pay a nigga to drive for me (Huh?) JAY-Z couldn’t even co-sign for me I do what I want ’cause I’m signed to me (Damn) I get the, I get the, I get the bag They get the bag, have to cut it in half (Wop) Stop the comparin’, y’all makin’ me laugh Need the rehab, I’m addicted to cash Convertible Wop, convertible top My dope got a vertical, look at it hop Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, and it jump out the pot (Pot) Came out of jail and went straight to the top Take it easy, baby, middle of summer, I’m freezin’, baby (Burr) Don’t leave me, baby Just drop to your knees and please me, baby (Go) I’m fascinated, two bitches so fine that I masturbated (Ha) Congratulations, she brain me so good that I graduated (Wow) They had to hate it I don’t fuck with them niggas, they plastic, baby (Heh) A trapper, baby, I rap but I own all my masters, baby It’s tragic, baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic, baby (Ha) A savage, baby I’m killin’ these niggas, closed casket, baby (Wop) , [Chorus: Quavo] You get the bag and fumble it I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (Yeah) Straight out the lot, 300 cash (Cash) And the car came with a blunt in it (Yeah) Lil’ mama a thot, and she got ass (Thot) And she gon’ fuck up a bag (Yeah) Pull up to the spot, livin’ too fast (Yeah) Droppin’ the dope in the stash (Yah) In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (Ooh, brr, ayy) Drop the top when it’s cold (drop top) But you feel the heat (Skrrt, yah, ayy) Be real with me Keep it 100, just be real with me (Ayy) Eat it up like it’s a feast (Woah, eat it up) They say the dope on fleek (Yep)] |
Commonly asked questions
- Who produced the lyrics for I Get The Bag?
This lirics prodiucer by Southside & Metro Boomin.
- Who wrote the song I Get The Bag
I Get The Bag song lyrics is written by Gucci Mane, Quavo, Takeoff, Metro Boomin, Southside & Migos
- Who is featured in the I Get The Bag?
The artist featured in the credits for I Get The Bag is Migos
- Who is the music Mixing Engineer
I Get The Bag song lyrics mixing Engineer by Alex Tumay
- Who is the recording engineer for this song?
I Get The Bag lyrics recording Engineer is Eddie “eMIX” Hernández
- Who is the person responsible for the mastering of the song?
I Get The Bag lyrics song mastering engineer is Colin Sing
