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I work, I grind, I make that bag I search, I find, I take that bag I work, I grind, I make that bag I search, I find, I take that bag Twenty-six shows sold out, now I know I'm cut out Always gonna pull out, wait, wait, wait I'm a trendsetter, no-one really better Flaming like a pepper, yeah of course I lay the pressure Hunting for a bigger bag, after all the prey Hundreds on my plate, yeah I hit that buffet Baby got some money, it ain't really cliche Went dummy for a couple years and now it's time to play Couple more cities that I think I shut down on the world tour Yeah really seen all of it 30K merch in a month, and my money come in lumps And might spazz and tryna sell bib Wrist so cold, ooh think I need mints Whole wardrobe be filled with free fits I'ma pull up on your girl but she tryna spend my shit So I ditch her hella quick, oh boy I feel slick I work, I grind, I make that bag I search, I find, I take that bag Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag Bitch I'm a baby, got Huggies on my fits Yeah, I'm not grown up but my cradle got drip Why yo bitch, wanna give me couple licks? (yeah) Wanna flex up, put a diamond on my wrist (wrist, wrist) No records, only hits, that's some big facts She a misfit, come and get your bitch back I won't ever sign shit, shred the contract Always adding digits, yeah, never have to subtract Check up on the growth rate, lady need to hydrate, said she want a dick date Four point bank rate, money made me fixate, bitch I ain't a lightweight Peso or the queso, getting rich yeah, if you say so Bitch I like my bread, buy my feelo, like I'm Play-Doh I work, I grind, I make that bag I search, I find, I take that bag Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag --- Pouch - Y2K and bbno$