Lyrics

DJ Chose

Yeah, yeah

I put that 1501 chain around my neck and now it's lit, ah

All the hot girls, make it pop, pop, pop (pop, pop)

Bad bitches wit' the bag, say "I", ya, ya

If he ain't talkin' 'bout no money, tell him "Bye, bye, bye" (boy, bye)

And if you see a mad hoe, tell her "Hi, hi, hi" (hey)

Don't get mad, hoe (get mad)

Get a bag, hoe (get a bag)

Don't get mad, hoe (get mad)

Get a bag, hoe, yeah (get a bag)

Don't get mad, hoe (huh)

Fuck a broke hoe (ooh)

Don't get mad, hoe (get mad)

Get a bag, hoe (ah)

Spicy, pricey (woo), neck and wrist icy (yeah)

Bitch, it's moneymaking Megan, hoe, get like me

I rode it, a soldier, a hot girl, he want it, uh

Pull up in that Masera', gettin' top on lock (skrrt)

They still tryna find a thing that I can't do

I told her "If you go against me, you a damn fool" (bitch, you dumb)

But keep talkin' 'bout me, bitch, that's all you can do (oh, okay)

But keep my cat up out your mouth 'cause that's your man food

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (she like "What?")

I know you're crunk but lil' bih, please watch my shoes (goddamn)

I'm not the DJ but I'll make your body move (goddamn)

Watch your mouth before I leave here wit' your boo (ah)

All the hot girls, make it pop, pop, pop (pop, pop)

Bad bitches wit' the bag, say "I", ya, ya

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