Letra I got a bag Soulja Boy

I got a bag

(Hook)
Niggas mad cuz I got a bag
I’m flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these niggas mad
These niggas mad cuz I got a bag
I’m flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these niggas mad cuz I got a bag

(Verse)
Got these niggas mad cuz I got a bag
Poppin poppin out the Porsche, true religion swag
Hoppin out the Rrari, let my Gucci set
From my Gucci linz down to my Gucci pants
Damn, I got these niggas mad
Flexin in the club with a fuckin bag
30 bottles poppin cuz I got a bag
And I’m flexin with that sack that he never had
I got that nigga mad and my bitch is bad
And I’m blowin on his kush, got my eyes red
Pull up to the club and we goin in
I got that bag, ain’t dough, tell that man
Ain’t no telling cuz we flexin
Gold on my necklace, living young and reckless
Niggas hatin on me cuz I got that sack
Cuz I got that bag, cuz I got that swag
And I ain’t really sharin, yea we pop tags
Yea we pop 30’s, shoot him in his face
It ain’t really shit, tell my lawyer beat the case
SOD, Money Gang, yea we in this place

(Hook)
Niggas mad cuz I got a bag
I’m flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these niggas mad
These niggas mad cuz I got a bag
I’m flexin with that sack that he never had
My true religion sack
I got these niggas mad cuz I got a bag

(Verse)
Got these niggas mad cuz I got a bag
30 in my lap, nigga fight this strap
Pull up in that Llac, all these backed up scared
Place your ice on nosette, get yo ass jacked
True story, what the fuck it do?
Nigga fuck yo crew
Plus I got choppas nigga, fuck yo fuckin guns
Born with no roof, pull up on yo bitch
Told er hop inside this whip, bitch suck my dick
Epige (squad) SOD (squad)
I don’t eat no food for breakfast, wake up drinkin lean
Off a bank and instant pink
All I see is cash every time I blink