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Troy Ave – Everything Lyrics (feat. Pusha T)

TROY AVE
Everything Lyrics (feat. Pusha T)

Uh
Dope boy swag to the max on ’em
Dealing yay for the pay with the strap on ’em
Money ain’t a thing but a quick meet
Nigga murder ain’t a thing but a hip reach
BK nigga and I’ve been what’s up
Word to my mother I don’t give a f**k
Like a fronting ho
I ain’t fronting though
I ain’t gotta make a call I just dump and go
Fast lane living shit I’m in the streets
And you can feel that when I get a beat
D-town raps you can see my sheet
I’ve been toting gats since I had the peach
Fuzz lit, thug shit
New York City crack house drug shit
That’s what the f**k I’m representing
30 cash for the cross what the f**k am I repenting nigga?

Yea, I’m selling birds come and get a wing
BSB in the hood we the Medellín
I’m all good wearing heavy bling
Niggas front we putting holes up in everything, everything, everything
My niggas putting holes up in everything, everything, everything
My niggas putting holes up in everything.

Uh
Dope boy swag to the max on ’em
Dealing yay for the pay with the strap on ’em

Money ain’t a thing but a quick meet
Nigga murder ain’t a thing but a hip reach
BK nigga and I’ve been what’s up
Word to my mother I don’t give a f**k
Like a fronting ho
I ain’t fronting though
I ain’t gotta make a call I just dump and go
Fast lane living shit I’m in the streets
And you can feel that when I get a beat
D-town raps you can see my sheet
I’ve been toting gats since I had the peach
Fuzz lit, thug shit
New York City crack house drug shit
That’s what the f**k I’m representing
30 cash for the cross what the f**k am I repenting nigga?

Yea, I’m selling birds come and get a wing
BSB in the hood we the Medellín

I’m all good wearing heavy bling
Niggas front we putting holes up in everything, everything, everything
My niggas putting holes up in everything, everything, everything
My niggas putting holes up in everything.

Niggas who ain’t selling no records look defeated

No shades on in the club, clothes repeated
Since ’02 I told you I ain’t need it
Billie Jean step on the square tell you to Beat It
Bricks in my backpack, scale and the black mac
Niggas don’t talk on the phone, they can tap that
Unwrap raw, ice a tall mix
Once it shrink, wrap, mummify bricks
100 thousand dollar car minimums
And they’re candy color coated like an m&m
Came with the bleach blonde bitch who love’s eminem
And a tan on her skin like a Timberland
Everything nigga I got everything
Money cash hoes that’s my everything
Niggas talking like they heavy slang
We get it straight from the Medellín.

Yea, I’m selling birds come and get a wing
BSB in the hood we the Medellín
I’m all good wearing heavy bling
Niggas front we putting holes up in everything, everything, everything
My niggas putting holes up in everything, everything, everything
My niggas putting holes up in everything.

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Bottom line – Jay Critch lyrics

Lyrics Jay Critch – Bottom line

I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digits.

You ain’t making no moves, you talk it we live it
Run down with the tool, we take it and split it
I’m up in the booth, cup full of Henny
VS on my tooth ain’t been broke in a minute
Move how I move, nigga get with it
B***h I can’t lose, my niggas winning
Imma f**k her one time and then I tell her good riddance
F**k her two times sign my name on her titty.

I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
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He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digits.

Big knots get the bands
Free Rico out that jam
It’s that money they act like they fam
Remember riding that bus now we Lam
I got up, made a move, wow
Need a birds, need a few thou
Me and Bundy smoking too loud
What these niggas tryna do now
What these niggas really doing, nothing
I got shooters and they up to something
They gon pull out with them toasters, ovens
Say he gettin bankrolls, be bluffin
Fucking on your main hoe, Mcloving
We pull up deep in like 4 Vs
Tell these p***y niggas, hold these
‘Member watching for the police.

I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digitsss.
Jay Critch lyrics
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Jay Critch – Bottom Line

[Hook]
I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digits

[Verse 1]
You ain’t making no moves, you talk it we live it
Run down with the tool, we take it and split it
I’m up in the booth, cup full of Henny
VS on my tooth ain’t been broke in a minute
Move how I move, nigga get with it
Bitch I can’t lose, my niggas winning
Imma fuck her one time and then I tell her good riddance
Fuck her two times sign my name on her titty

[Hook]
I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digits

[Verse 2]
Big knots get the bands
Free Rico out that jam
It’s that money they act like they fam
Remember riding that bus now we Lam
I got up, made a move, wow
Need a birds, need a few thou
Me and Bundy smoking too loud
What these niggas tryna do now
What these niggas really doing, nothing
I got shooters and they up to something
They gon pull out with them toasters, ovens
Say he gettin bankrolls, be bluffin
Fucking on your main hoe, Mcloving
We pull up deep in like 4 Vs
Tell these pussy niggas, hold these
‘Member watching for the police

[Hook]
I just put up with some Gs
He got a pack we gon get him
I had to balmain the denim
They gon play you if you let em
Go get the money that’s bottom line
Ran up with the pack bout a hundred time
Imma pull out that wraith for the summer time
Niggas droppin’ dimes like number 9
Remember them nights we were starving
My niggas ducking them charges
Step back, James Harden
Get the money we working the hardest
Imma go and take over the city
BK we cashing out vinnies
He say get money he silly
Pull up where he stay, run up with them digits

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Cam’ron – Welcome To New York City (feat. Jay-Z & Juelz Santana)

Turn the motherfuckin’ music up
Just Blaze, man, you owe me nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Welcome to the Empire State
Home of the World Trade
Birthplace of Michael Jordan
Home of Biggie Smalls
Roc-A-Fella headquaters
Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Stand the fuck up

I’m a B.K. brawler, Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring ’em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
It’s gonna cost you more if I gotta get ’em to Florida
Rucker game attender; with the Bent parked
On the sidewalk with the temp plates on the fender
I ain’t hard to find you catch me front and center
At the Knick game, big chain in all my splendor
Next to Spike if you pan left to right
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn once again if you pan left at the ice
It be the man that write checks with the hand that don’t write
I go off the head when I’m rambling on the mic
And I go off the feds when I’m scrambling at night
And it was often said I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam? (Ya damn right)

It’s the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin’, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y’all fuckin’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
Now that’s danger, there’s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

Yo, there’s a war goin’ on outside no man is safe from
It don’t matter if you three feet or eight-one
You’ll get eight from the nine and straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
You get jammed with them jammers, blammed with them blammers
Hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta
Think you know what life do, minks on the motor-cycle
Trinkets they so delightful, blinging with so much ice fool
In front of Sparks body Castellano
Block away watch by Gotti and Gravano
It’s la cosra nostra, someone close approach ya
They’ll toast ya: gopher, bread loafer, your chauffeur
Old coke they raise up and snort, blaze up ya fort
Jay, Puff, Shyne: cases was caught
Midnight pitch fights, another victim
Watch him fore he watch you, Killa
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

It’s the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin’, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y’all fuckin’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
Now that’s danger, there’s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

I’m from 101, west a Hund 40th, this shit is live
5th floor, 56, you know the zip, district 5
You’re on 22nd, hit you from two-one
That’s on Lenox, 7th Ave was News One
Coverage at Centre Street
Got Brafman defendin’ me
Cause New York’ll miss me if I’m locked in the penitentiary
The judge said "Is this that thug, from the Kit-Kat club?"
But I got enough chips stacked up to make the bitch back up
Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug
Lay up in a pitch black tub
You lookin’ at rich black thugs to get that love
And we won’t stop til I get back Blood
Holla at em Hov

I’m from Flushing, Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle and Park
Niggas’ll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That’s why the Johnny gun I’m holding
Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open
Homie, I play hard

It’s the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin’, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y’all fuckin’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
Now that’s danger, there’s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

You all niggas, man
Y’all can’t fuck around, man
It’s the ROC bitch, Killa
My nigga Jigga, Siegel, Beans
Diplomats, man, holla, Dash
Get the fuck off our dick – no homo
Probably own this city for two minutes, man
I own this shit right now man, I ain’t going nowhere
Welcome to New York City

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Twisted Insane – Drugs Sex And Violence (feat. Charlie Ray) (Shoot For The Face 2 Album)

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
I rise out the bed next to this bitch who got head, she did not stop til’ I said so
Came ’cause she thought I had bread, I cannot wait til’ she find out I’m dead broke
Walked in the party with C.Ray, no CK, no BK just homies all bool and shit
Niggas is deep in this bitch it was filled up with Eses and Bloods, Pirus and Rips
Bitch get up in the back seat it’s on take it to the pad then I stab, get up in they guts, I’m that one who sick
Having these hoes thinkin’ a nigga love em, what the fuck I’m not the first one up in here who done done that shit
Drunk feelin’ like a skunk, blood I’m faded my frame get up in her brain, Mr. Insane got a couple tricks up my sleeve bruh
Sick, put her in a ditch fuck that bitch I got dick that’ll make a ho go berserk, puttin’ in work like a cheetah
Squirtin’ all the way to the curtains for certain
All the way to my bedrooms from the club where you twerkin’
Ass up in this muhfucka til’ the pussy hole was hurtin’
When I hang around all day I’m like nah bitch I’m workin’
I don’t wanna be sittin’ in here with a bitch, ain’t gonna benefit I bet I make em’ all kick rocks, do I sound innerate
Oh well I’m already going to Hell got one foot up in the pit
Niggas actin’ like a muhfucka so scared to jump in this bitch
I coulda been that one that killed, ‘member that don’t you
Pull up on her in a van then hop out, bitch I want you
Show her the blade of my new knife, say bye bye to your old life
Calm down I really don’t mean to taunt you
I’m a skitzo and a nympho
Maniac with a mask on get my sack on to the floor, homie I’m an old school type nigga
Whenever they want the one on one and just for me to come through with the gun *doo doo* I put two through ya liver

[Hook: C.Ray]
They know I got drugs, sex and violence in my veins
Tryin’ not to feel this pain
Tryin’ not to blow they brains on out
I be tryin’ to see about these hoes
When I meet em at these shows
Her and I about to roll on out
And I knew things would never be the same ‘long as I can get this change and they fuck with me no way no how
Drugs, sex and violence in my veins
When you find me with the brain
Finnin’ to dominate this game no doubt

[Verse 2: C.Ray]
I rise out the bed next to this bitch who man trippin’
When she get back to the crib that she dead
She like fuck what he said
Then proceed to blow me no floaties, no low key, no shame, no regrets
Haven’t heard from her since, but fuck it homie I be onto the next
I don’t wanna waste time on wastin’ time I don’t stress
I been runnin’ with a bunch of hooligans who stomp on yo chest
If you ever try to make a move again it’ll be off with yo head
But check it, I be with the homies
And I don’t give a fuck if don’t nobody get to know me
I don’t even hit em up they on my line and tryna blow me
Drunk assuming into FUTA bet I party like a spodie, you know me
Got her feelin’ like my one and only
But only hit her up when ain’t no other bitches on me
And I’m horny
Fuck em all you sucka niggas phony
But I’ma hit yo mama with the mamba like I’m Kobe
I’m ultra introverted
But let her kick it with me you can find me lookin’ guilty like I’m supposed to get the verdict
But shoot, she ain’t even close to gettin’ murdered
She do not want to fuck with you she duck on purpose
‘Cause I be on some other shit with my nigga Insane
Runnin’ through anotha fifth puffin on a pimp strain
Wonder who can fuck with this, nobody in this lane
No I’m not a Blood or Crip nigga gang Sickbrain
Don’t hate my nigga you know the game go
It’s like everywhere I go I see the same ho
‘Cause I be in the sky you niggas aim low
I don’t trip I’m on my shit and they know

[Hook: C.Ray]
They know I got drugs, sex and violence in my veins
Tryin’ not to feel this pain
Tryin’ not to blow they brains on out
I be tryin’ to see about these hoes
When I meet em at these shows
Her and I about to roll on out
And I knew things would never be the same ‘long as I can get this change and they fuck with me no way no how
Drugs, sex and violence in my veins
When you find me with the brain
Finnin’ to dominate this game no doubt

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joji – Thom

[Intro: Joji]
Searching for a reason why
Searching where the leaves don’t grow, grow, grow

[Verse 1: Joji]
Yo
The pitter patter gave a rather rinse and lather feeling
As opposed to shitty attitudes that made me bitter after laughter
I dearly regretted it
I take the D train to go to BK
I can’t defeat rain

[Hook: Joji]
And as far as we go
And as far as we go
And how little we know
And how little we know
Searching for the weekend love
Searching where the leaves don’t fall
When the land is widow (Oh)
Fall to the ground

[Refrain: Joji]
Speak to me
Speak to me
Speak to me
Speak to me
Speak to me
(So bright)
Speak to me
(So bright)

[Hook: Joji]
And as far as we go
And as far as we go
When the land is widow
Fall to the ground

[Refrain: Joji, Ariana Grande]
(So bright)
Speak to me
(So bright)
Speak to me
(So bright)
Speak to me
Speak to me
(So bright)
Speak to me
Somebody
Please don’t run away
Speak to me
Speak to me
(So bright)

[Interlude: Ariana Grande]
A true friend of ours was talking on the phone

[Outro: Joji]
Please don’t run away
Oh, please don’t run away
Please don’t run away
Oh, please don’t run away

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Meechy Darko – Gotta

[Hook]
Got a bitch from the NO, never tell me N-O
Fuck her in the Hilton made some paper incidental
Got a chick from the Chi, never act shy
She love me ’cause I’m from BK, NY
Got this chick in the Bay, never do she play
She suck and fuck a nigga, out in broad day
Got this one in Arizona, smoke that California
Told her baby stay in school, need them degrees and diplomas

[Verse 1]
Got this one chick out in Houston, specialize in boostin’
I don’t trust the bitch, fucking with her is a nuisance
Got this bitch out in the BX, she don’t take no BS
We fight fuck, fight fuck, get high then repeat it
Got this one bitch in Australia, trust me dog I’m telling y’all
You should see the tail on her, ha
Got this one chick in London, man this bitch is somethin’
She sucked me on the toilet, I think they call it "blumpkin"
Got this one in Iowa City that sucking, bite her own titties
Sadomasochist, six, tie her up before I hit it
Got this chick out in Philly, she don’t smoke no phillies
But she root for the Phillies and she always bump Meek Milly
Got this chick in Denver, Colorado, told her "hop in it, pronto"
Roll up the fronto then kill pussy in Ford Bronco
I just remembered Carmen out in San Diego
It’s so ironic ’cause her last name was Santiago

[Sample]
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
[?]
I’ll suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa

[Bridge]
Got this one beautiful one in MIA, yeah
Swear shorty don’t play, yeah
Keep twerking baby
Gon’ work your way to King of Diamonds one day

[Verse 2]
I got a few out in Memphis that know a little ’bout pimpin’
Man I love bitches that love bitches
Baltimore visit to me, Keisha and Cindy
Got ’em kissing each other, the strangest thing ’cause they sisters
Crazy one in Spanish Harlem, Bodega Bamz said she a problem
Type to stick ’em up and rob ’em but her head is awesome
I’m with a light skin from Dykeman with her Washington Heights friends
Hit it one time, never strike twice like lightning
Got one out in the DMV, her figure mean
She blew my pipe a year ago, this bitch is still a fiend
Got a couple out in Queens, tryna be my queens
But it’s straight to Brooklyn, I am Prince Hakeem

[Hook]
Got a bitch from the NO, never tell me N-O
Fuck her in the Hilton made some paper incidental
Got a chick from the Chi, never act shy
She love me ’cause I’m from BK, NY
Got this chick in the bay, never do she play
She suck and fuck a nigga, out in broad day
Got this one in Arizona, smoke that California
Told her baby stay in school, need them degrees and diplomas

[Sample]
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
[?]
I’ll suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa
Suck it wit’, come quick, oh whoa

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The Lox – Secure The Bag (feat. Gucci Mane & Infa-Red) (Filthy America/ It’s Beautiful Album)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Secure the bag
It’s a cold world, bundle up
You better protect the bag
Don’t ever play yourself
Make sure that Y hit
Make sure that safe is safe
Key word, make sure
Brace yourself as I introduce you to The LOX
Secure the bag alert

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope nigga

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Yeah, I’m just waiting for that coke to dry up
I need that first half ‘fore I even ‘pose to fly it
It ain’t nothing worse than dealing with these fake promoters
All these super cops that’s out here tryna make they quota
As far as the pie, I need a slice and I’m good for the day
It’s in my blood so I was naturally good with the yay
You can lose your life in the hood for a day
You know me, I count it twice then I put it away
Yeah, bring some woods and some vanillas through
We chain smoking, haze cookies and guerilla glue
Money right, they glad that it’s pure
Nothing else matters as long as the bag is secure

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke nigga

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
My flow is strong so my money long, you can tell the way that I wear it
I ain’t work this hard to give you my bread, fuck out of here I don’t wanna hear it
My show’s lit, I gots houses shit, I got more than sneaker money on me
I just stack my bread and use my head, you can ask the niggas that know me
But I pop for my bottom line, bang, and I don’t even wear no flag
I just wait outside till you come home drunk just to secure that bag
Rubber grip on my Glock, shells all in my pump
I look good as shit but I’m an old head, who the fuck you talking to chump?
I got 10 bitches that’s bad, so tell ’em why you mad
You broke as fuck and you watching me, nigga that ain’t chasing no bag
Get on instagram and brag, you ain’t never had jet lag
You ain’t make it home and gotta leave back out just to secure that bag hah

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope nigga

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci Mane and D-Block and we really sell dope
But don’t quote me bitch cause I might slit your damn throat
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna stay afloat
And I won’t never-ever-ever-ever-ever go broke
I take the good with the bad, I can even sell trash
I’m a magician with the chopper, I cut your body in half
I got balls made of brass, she got a basketball ass
And I gotta secure the bag, I got a 20 foot stash
And I’m laughing with the money bitch, she finer than me
The money that they think they getting, that ain’t no money to me
I gotta shout out my connect, that shit was fronted to me
I had to run the money back, that shit was punted to me, Wop

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke nigga

[Verse 4: Styles P]
Bag coming, secure the shit
Caught a nice lick knocking off the purest shit
That Medellin on some torah shit
Waiting for the plug to come just so I can score some shit
Jefe come, jefe go
Let my little esse know we gon’ go hit Mexico
We gon’ get this bag like it’s gas, like it’s Texaco
Got a stash house in BK, right on Meserole
JFK, bag landing
Laguardia, it’s a bag landing
You can be the man but not the last standing
Niggas wild as Taliban, all my niggas blast scammers

[Hook: Infa-Red]
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this nigga
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope nigga

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The LOX feat. Infa-Red & Gucci Mane – Secure The Bag Lyrics

(Intro – DJ Khaled)
Secure the bag
It’s a cold world, bundle up
You better protect the bag
Don’t ever play yourself
Make sure that Y hit
Make sure that safe is safe
Key word, make sure
Brace yourself as I introduce yourself to The LOX
Secure the bag alert

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

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(Verse 1 – Jadakiss)
Yeah, I’m just waiting for that coke to dry up
I need that first half before I even post to fly it
It ain’t nothing worse than dealing with these fake promoters
All these….out here tryna make they quota
Need a slice and I’m good for the day
It’s in my blood so I was naturally good with the yay
You can lose your life in the hood for a game
You know me, I count it twice then I put it away
Yeah, bring some woods and some vanillas through
We chain smoking, haze cookies and guerilla glue
Money right, they glad that it’s pure
Nothing else matters as long as the bag is secure

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke ni**a

(Verse 2 – Sheek Louch)
My flow is strong so my money long, you can tell the way I wear it
I ain’t work this hard to give you my bread, f**k out of here I don’t wanna hear it
My show’s lit, I gots houses s**t, I got more than sneaker money on me
I just stack my bread and use my head, you can ask the ni**as that know me
But I pop for my bottom line, bang, and I don’t even wear no flag
I just wait outside till you come home drunk just to secure that bag
Rubber grip on my Glock, shells all in my pump
I look good as s**t but I’m an old head, who the f**k you talking to chump?
I got 10 bi**hes that’s bad, so tell em why you mad
You broke as f**k and you watching me, ni**a that ain’t chasing no bag
You don’t instagram and brag, you ain’t never had jet lag
You ain’t make it home and gotta leave back out just to secure that bag hah

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a

(Verse 3 – Gucci Mane)
It’s Gucci Mane and D-Block and we really sell dope
But don’t quote me bi**h cause I might slit your damn throat
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna stay afloat
And I won’t never, ever, ever, ever go broke
I take the good with the bad, I can even sell trash
I’m a magician with the chopper, I cut your body in half
I got balls made of brass, she got a basketball ass
And I gotta secure the bag, I got a 20 foot stash
And I’m laughing with the money bi**h, she finer than me
The money that they think they getting, that ain’t no money to me
I gotta shout out my connect, that s**t was fronted to me
I had to run the money back, that s**t was punted to me, Wop

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Selling dope you ain’t buying with no broke ni**a

(Verse 4)
Bag coming, secure the s**t
Caught a nice lick knocking off the purest s**t
That man…on some torah s**t
Waiting for the plug to come just so I can score some s**t
Jefe come, jefe go
Let my little esse know we gon go hit Mexico
We gon get this bag like it’s gas, like it’s Texaco
Got a stash house in BK, right on
JFK, bag landing
Laguardia, it’s a bag landing
You can be the man but not the last standing
Ni**as wild as Taliban, all my ni**as black skinned

(Chorus – Infa-Red)
Secure the bag, secure the bag
You ain’t never seen money like this ni**a
Secure the bag, secure the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope ni**a