J-Geezy - Get The Bag Lyrics

I put that work in, I be stacking up them bands yeah
And they keep plotting, they ain't messing up my plans yeah
Yeah they be testing me, but this ain't no exam yeah
And I stay focused, I ain't worried bout your man's
Yeah, yeah, uh huh and they know that I know
Yeah, yeah, we get the bag and we roll
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, we get the bag, get the bag, get the bag, get the bag, get the
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, we get the bag, get the bag, get the bag, get the bag, get the
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, we get the bag, get the bag, get the bag, get the bag, get the
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, we get the bag, then we roll

We get to the bag and we roll up
Moving so much weight, they like hold up
Bread so long, it don't even fold up
So we stack it to the sky, they we let it fly
We get to the bag and we roll up
Loud pack so they know when we roll up
Got the blunts on deck like they tanning
In the white bronco like I'm Manning
In the white bronco like I'm OJ
Beat the charge, ice moves, it's a cold play
Viva la vida, swiping my visa
Credit A1, so it costs for a feature
I run the game, have a look at my sneakers
I'm hall of fame, while my ops in the bleachers
Fans of the man with the plan understand
From the motherland, turning grams into grands

I put that work in, I be stacking up them bands yeah
And they keep plotting, they ain't messing up my plans yeah
Yeah they be testing me, but this ain't no exam yeah
And I stay focused, I ain't worried bout your man's
Yeah, yeah, uh huh and they know that I know
Yeah, yeah, we get the bag and we roll
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, we get the bag, get the bag, get the bag, get the bag, get the
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, we get the bag, get the bag, get the bag, get the bag, get the
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, we get the bag, get the bag, get the bag, get the bag, get the
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, we get the bag, then we roll

We get to the bag no birkin
No 9 to 5 but your boy stay working
Back in the day, I was broke, I was hurting
Moving them birds, but I don't do the chirping
One thing for certain
Imma perform till they let down the curtain
If your girl fine, imma hit if she flirting
Never drop a dime, but I'll drop her off
Trap phone minutes I'm topping off
Drop the top on the whip, never dropping off
My prime is eternal, spit inferno
Homicide flows, that I jot in my journal
Speak to the beat, transference of heat
None can compete, with the flow it's elite
Still show love, though they hate on me
God blessed with the strength, put the weight on me

Yeah, yeah, uh huh, we get the bag, get the bag, get the bag, get the bag, get the
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, we get the bag, get the bag, get the bag, get the bag, get the
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, we get the bag, get the bag, get the bag, get the bag, get the
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, we get the bag, then we roll