I got my mind on the bag, I got my mind on the bag
Two hundred miles on the dash, doin this shit like my last
I got my mind on the bag, I got my mind on the bag,
Babe I want my money fast baby andele
And I can see the hater written on their face
And I ain’t ever spotted broke niggas anyway
The money too long it’s in my fuckin way
I got a hundred bitches servin and they down for me
But I don’t ever trust em they ain’t loyal B
I got your bitch up on my call log she on my call log
But I don’t want no broke bitch she gotta boss up
Got some shit up on the works comin across the water
So if anybody listen Ima call my shottas
I got my mind on the bag, I got my mind on the bag
Two hundred miles on the dash, doin this shit like my last
I got my mind on the bag, I got my mind on the bag,
Baby shittin on your squad hallelujah
So get your money up get a bad bitch
She just want some Dom Perignon with some candies
30 long on the latter is a casket
Get up in that foreign do the dash ima trash it
Rollie on my arm look like the sun when I’m passing
I just let that money talk them woman out they panties
Still got that heater I can blow just like a dragon
I got my mind on the bag, I got my mind on the bag
Two hundred miles on the dash, I’m doing this shit like my last
I got my mind on the bag, I got my mind on the bag,