Blow A Bag Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang
That be Maaly Raw

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
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

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
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?)
f*ck 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
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
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

[Verse 2: YBS Skola]
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 f*ckin' 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
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
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

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