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    (At least I got the bag, though)

    Yeah, I got a lot of haters
    But they don't know that you're supposed to hate the game, not the player
    They don't know that I have layers
    They say my content is bland, but they just don't understand what we have

    You pay me, so I can buy shit (yuh)
    And then you pay to watch me buy shit
    And then buy my shit
    And then I brag about my nice shit (Gucci)
    And act like it makes me better to have Supreme on my sweater (yuh)

    And it does, or I really hope it does at least
    'Cause I've been causing tons of beef, and giving people tons of grief
    And doing bad shit, just to get the bag like I'm a thief
    And brag about it constantly
    They try, but ain't no stopping me

    Just trying to get the bag, yuh
    No shame, rap game
    Mr. Krabs, yuh (argh)
    Sell my motherfucking soul for an ad, yuh
    Is selling gambling to kids really that bad, yuh? (Hmm)
    Not for me

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    ('Cause at least I got the bag, though)
    I don't give a shit about
    If you think I'm nice, I just care about the clout
    (And the bag, though)
    I ain't got a conscience, kicked him out
    Then spent 40, 000 dollars on a couch
    ('Cause I got the fucking bag, though)

    They say opposites attract
    But all my friends would turn around and stab me in the back
    (For the bag, though)
    Add it up, don't know how to subtract
    Got a girlfriend who professionally acts
    (I got the bag)

    Controversy is my shit (woo)
    Most people don't like it, but my scandals have been lit (yuh)
    I add fuel to the fire, rake in 50 million hits (damn)
    And most those are from people who just wanna see me quit
    That don't bother me one bit (nah)

    Spent 40k on my watch, 100 grand on the car
    8 milly on the house, 0 minutes on myself (oh, my God)
    As little time as possible to earn that plaque up on my shelf
    And even less apologizing for the pain that I have dealt (yuh)

    And people think I don't mean it, 'cause I don't (no)
    People think I won't change, 'cause I won't
    They say I keep messing up, I do that on purpose
    But they'll give me one more chance, that is very dumb of them

    I'm pretty sure I'm right
    And every other single person on Earth is wrong (aww)
    And ain't nothing that you can say to change my mind
    'Cause if you try to come at me I'm gonna respond (woo)

    (Well, at least I got the bag, though)
    I don't give a shit about
    If you think I'm nice, I just care about the clout
    (And the bag, though)
    I ain't got a conscience, kicked him out
    Then spent 40, 000 dollars on a couch
    ('Cause I got the fucking bag, though)

    They say opposites attract
    But all my friends would turn around and stab me in the back
    (For the bag, though)
    Add it up, don't know how to subtract
    Got a girlfriend who professionally acts
    (I got the bag)

    Bag, though
    Bag, though, b-b-b-b-b-bag, though (yuh!)
    Bag, though, b-b-b-b-b-bag, though, bag, though
    B-b-b-b-b-bag, though, bag, though
    Well, at least I got the—

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    Composition: Danny Gonzalez

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