Brown Bag Lyrics

Brown Bag Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
[Chorus]
Baking soda on the counter
J’s at the door
I got bails in the attic
Money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, in and out and that sh*t filled with dope
Baking soda on the counter
J’s at the door
I got bails in the attic
Money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, back and forth and that sh*t filled with dope
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Yo
Ain’t no credit when you shop with me
You want some credit, leave your car with me
I tell my b**ch she gon’ go far with me
But she may have to take a charge for me
Baking soda in the ‘fridgerator
I got money, that sh*t come with haters
What you want, what you need
I got pounds, I got keys
I got Goyard, that’s a bag
Go hard for the bag
I got no heart, I’m heartless
For the bag, I’m retarded
Birkin bag with the crocodile
Yeah my b**ch been around
I gave my b**ch a real bag
I got faith she gon’ hold it down
[Chorus]
Baking soda on the counter
J’s at the door
I got bails in the attic
Money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, in and out and that sh*t filled with dope
Baking soda on the counter
J’s at the door
I got bails in the attic
Money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, back and forth and that sh*t filled with dope
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Yo
Why the trap smell like onions
What’s that loud odor
I’ve been sackin’ brown bags like I work at Kroger
Not concerned with no payment nigga, what the total
I jumped out my Bentley coupe into a Toyota
Seatbelt, rental car trafficking
Blood on my diamonds, b**ch I’m African
Quit puttin’ your bag on that ‘gram, boy that real life
You’ll have them feds and them robbers at you, real life
I put my money in the ground and molded
Put my trust in a nigga and he folded
Can’t believe that nigga took the stand and told
f**k your b**ch in the trap [?]
[Chorus]
Baking soda on the counter
J’s at the door
I got bails in the attic
Money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, in and out and that sh*t filled with dope
Baking soda on the counter
J’s at the door
I got bails in the attic
Money in the floor
Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
Plastic bags, back and forth and that sh*t filled with dope
Yo