Song Title: I Get The Bag
Artist: Gucci Mane/Migos
Record Label: GUWOP/1017 Brick Squad/Atlantic
Produced By: Southside/Metro Boomin
Released: 2017

[Intro – Gucci Mane]

Shine
It’s Gucci!
It’s drop top, wizop
Skrr

[Hook/Chorus – Quavo]

Yeah!
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it “ye”
Straight out the lot, 300 cash “cash!”, and the car came with a blunt in it “ye”
Lil mama a thot “thot!”, and she got a*s, and she gon’ f**k up a bag “ye”
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, dropping the dope in the stash “yeee-ah”
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me “brrr!”
Drop the top “drop top”, when it’s cold but you feel the heat “skrrt”
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast “eat it up”, they say the dope on fleek “yeah!”

[Verse 1 – Takeoff]

Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me “ice!”
Them n****s that f***s in the bed don’t say nothin them n****s will kill for me
Backends I got ’em asleep, on fleek
100k spent on a Patek Phillippe “Phillippe!”
B***h I’m a dog, give my treat
Hop out the frog and leap “leap!”
I put them bricks in the Phantom, my b***h she walk around like she Kris Jenner
I used to break in the (?)
Then Takeoff run ’em like the game of temple
It’s simple, I play with the mental
Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel “mama!”
Canada ’cause I’m a (?)
Walking with the racks I’m looking crippled “money!”
F**k on that b***h then I tip her “tip her!”
A nickel for me to take pictures “nickel!”
Not from L.A. but I clip her “brrr!”
Double my cup, pour a triple
Fox on my body, no Vivica “fox on my”
I’m not your average or typical “I’m not your”
Look at my wrist and it’s critical “look at the”
Hold it up, dropping the temperature “dropping the”
I get that bag on the regular
I got a bag on my cellular “brrr!”
Backing up, bagging up vegetables
Bagging up cookies, it’s medical “cookies!”
Cocaine, codeine, et cetera
Cocaine and lean, it’s federal
I take off, landing on Nebula
(?) 20 m’s on my schedule
“Takeoff!”

[Hook/Chorus – Quavo]

You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it “ye”
Straight out the lot, 300 cash “cash!”, and the car came with a blunt in it “ye”
Lil mama a thot “thot!”, and she got a*s, and she gon’ f**k up a bag “ye”
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, dropping the dope in the stash “yeee-ah”
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me “brrr!”
Drop the top “drop top”, when it’s cold but you feel the heat “skrrt”
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
“It’s Gucci!”
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek

[Verse 2 – Gucci Mane]

I know that you n****s get sick of me
These chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece
I won’t even like to freestyle for free
I put in the key and ride to (?)
I won’t even come out the house for free
I pay you n***a to drive for me

[Hook/Chorus – Quavo]

You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it “ye”
Straight out the lot, 300 cash “cash!”, and the car came with a blunt in it “ye”
Lil mama a thot “thot!”, and she got a*s, and she gon’ f**k up a bag “ye”
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, dropping the dope in the stash “yeee-ah”
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me “brrr!”
Drop the top “drop top”, when it’s cold but you feel the heat “skrrt”
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek