Lyrics to Secure The Bag
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Bank Roll Got It
We just secured bag (Bag)
I'm seein' why all you hoes mad (Mad)
All of y'all talkin that rah-rah
But we out here countin' that cash (Cash)
We out here runnin' up bands (Bands)
We too hot catchin' a tan (Too hot)
I guess that's why all you hoes hatin'
I call 'em my number one fans
Makin this money, I'm makin' a lot
Baby ain't nothin' you can say
Bitch feelin' cocky and shit
Can you stop stalkin' a bitch?
Me and my sis, yeah we both gettin' rich
Now I get to flex
I get to talk about alla these checks
I might go buy me an icy Patek
That's what you haters gon' talk about next
Ooh she upset, why so upset?
'Cause I got diamonds all over my neck
We flying private to come and collect
Slide through your city securing the bag
Don't talk juice, can't talk back
Where my money? Cash app that
Damn you mad, why you mad?
Ooh yo face look so upset
Go cut the check, woo
Go cut the check
Got a bitch gettin' upset
For these bands I gave a arm and leg
Man I'm just healin' from that
Say you got drip, you ain't drip like that
Claimin' you lit, you ain't lit like that
Bet you ain't know I can spit like that
Yeah, I'm a princess, princess sass
Princess, princess sis
I have the diamond, she kneelin' for me
Get what I want and I do what I please
I had to work and get all of this money
Man me and sister we came from the streets
You can't return us so keep your receipts
Went from the bucket to caramel seats
All of these niggas they just tryna hit
But you cannot finesse me to get in the sheets
But I pull off, pack up the goodies, they need to cool off
Now you regret, how you feel? That's ya loss
Thought I was fly I was shoppin' at Ross
Now we in Rolls Royce cars
And we got all dat sauce
And I ain't takin' no phone calls
Until we get all of ours
Shit, shit gettin' crazy
It be gettin' outta hand lately
Money keep comin' and never fugazy
Keep your two cents, save all that shit
Must be the reason you little girls be hatin'
We 'bout to run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up now
Watch how we fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up now, uh
I don't give a fuck, Louis V chucks
Big Mercedes, spendin' big bucks
Switch your plans, gig advance
We Ceraadi, who fuckin' with us?
I don't give a fuck, Louis V chucks
Big Mercedes, spendin' big bucks
Switch your plans, big advance
We Ceraadi, who fuckin' with us?
We just secured bag (Bag)
I'm seein' why all you hoes mad (Mad)
All of y'all talkin that rah-rah
But we out here countin' that cash (Cash)
We just secured bag (Bag)
I'm seein' why all you hoes mad (Mad)
I'm seein' why all you hoes mad
I'm seein' why all you hoes mad (Mad)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
(We just secured the bag)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Bank Roll Got It
We just secured bag (Bag)
I'm seein' why all you hoes mad (Mad)
All of y'all talkin that rah-rah
But we out here countin' that cash (Cash)
We out here runnin' up bands (Bands)
We too hot catchin' a tan (Too hot)
I guess that's why all you hoes hatin'
I call 'em my number one fans
Makin this money, I'm makin' a lot
Baby ain't nothin' you can say
Bitch feelin' cocky and shit
Can you stop stalkin' a bitch?
Me and my sis, yeah we both gettin' rich
Now I get to flex
I get to talk about alla these checks
I might go buy me an icy Patek
That's what you haters gon' talk about next
Ooh she upset, why so upset?
'Cause I got diamonds all over my neck
We flying private to come and collect
Slide through your city securing the bag
Don't talk juice, can't talk back
Where my money? Cash app that
Damn you mad, why you mad?
Ooh yo face look so upset
Go cut the check, woo
Go cut the check
Got a bitch gettin' upset
For these bands I gave a arm and leg
Man I'm just healin' from that
Say you got drip, you ain't drip like that
Claimin' you lit, you ain't lit like that
Bet you ain't know I can spit like that
Yeah, I'm a princess, princess sass
Princess, princess sis
I have the diamond, she kneelin' for me
Get what I want and I do what I please
I had to work and get all of this money
Man me and sister we came from the streets
You can't return us so keep your receipts
Went from the bucket to caramel seats
All of these niggas they just tryna hit
But you cannot finesse me to get in the sheets
But I pull off, pack up the goodies, they need to cool off
Now you regret, how you feel? That's ya loss
Thought I was fly I was shoppin' at Ross
Now we in Rolls Royce cars
And we got all dat sauce
And I ain't takin' no phone calls
Until we get all of ours
Shit, shit gettin' crazy
It be gettin' outta hand lately
Money keep comin' and never fugazy
Keep your two cents, save all that shit
Must be the reason you little girls be hatin'
We 'bout to run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up now
Watch how we fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up now, uh
I don't give a fuck, Louis V chucks
Big Mercedes, spendin' big bucks
Switch your plans, gig advance
We Ceraadi, who fuckin' with us?
I don't give a fuck, Louis V chucks
Big Mercedes, spendin' big bucks
Switch your plans, big advance
We Ceraadi, who fuckin' with us?
We just secured bag (Bag)
I'm seein' why all you hoes mad (Mad)
All of y'all talkin that rah-rah
But we out here countin' that cash (Cash)
We just secured bag (Bag)
I'm seein' why all you hoes mad (Mad)
I'm seein' why all you hoes mad
I'm seein' why all you hoes mad (Mad)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
(We just secured the bag)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
