I Get The Bag

D#m
Southside
D#m
Hah, it's Gucci!
D#m             B
It's Drop Top, Wizop, hoo! Skrr
D#m                               
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm
      B
 gon shoot you

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah!
D#m                               
You get the bag and fumble it, I 
                             B
get the bag and flip it and tumble 
it (ye)
D#m                          
Straight out the lot, 300 cash 
(cash!), and the car came with a 
    B
blunt in it (ye)
D#m                               
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she 
                                B
got ass, and she gon' fuck up a bag 
(ye)
D#m                           
Pull up to the spot, living too 
fast, droppin' the dope in the stash
B
 (yeee-ah)
D#m                               
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, 
   B
they DM me (brrr!)
D#m                               
Drop the top (drop top), when it's
                         B
 cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
D#m                               
Be real with me, keep it 100, just
          B
 be real with me, aye
D#m                               
Eat it up like it's a feast (eat 
                              B
it up), they say the dope on fleek 
(yeah!)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
D#m
Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck 
baby chill with me (ice!)
D#m                               
Them niggas that flex in the back 
              B
don't say nothin them niggas will 
kill for me
D#m
Backends I got 'em asleep, on fleek
B
100k spent on a Patek Phillippe 
(Phillippe!)
D#m
Bitch I'm a dog, give my treat
B
Hop out the frog and leap (leap!)
D#m                               
I put them bricks in the Phantom, 
             B
my bitch she walk around like she 
Kris Jenner
D#m
I used to break and then enter
B
Then Takeoff run 'em like the game 
of temple
D#m
It's simple, I play with the mental
B
Momma said she saw me on Jimmy 
Kimmel (mama!)
D#m
Canada 'cause I'm a money symbol
B
Walking with the racks I'm looking 
crippled (money!)
D#m
Fuck on that bitch then I tip her 
(tip her!)
B
A nickel for me to take pictures 
(nickel!)
D#m
Not from L.A. but I clip her (brrr!)
Continues after the ad
B
Double my cup, pour a triple
D#m
Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on 
my)
B
I'm not your average or typical (I'm
 not your)
D#m
Look at my wrist and it's critical 
(look at the)
B
Hold it up, droppin' the temperature
 (droppin' the)
D#m
I get that bag on the regular (bag!)
B
I got a bag on my cellular (brrr!)
D#m
Backing up, bagging up vegetables
B
Baggin' up cookies, it's medical 
(cookies!)
D#m
Cocaine, codeine, et cetera
B
Cocaine and lean, it's federal
D#m
I take off, landin' on Nebula
B
20 M's on my schedule
(Takeoff!)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah!
D#m                               
You get the bag and fumble it, I 
                             B
get the bag and flip it and tumble 
it (ye)
D#m                          
Straight out the lot, 300 cash 
(cash!), and the car came with a 
    B
blunt in it (ye)
D#m                               
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she 
                                B
got ass, and she gon' fuck up a bag 
(ye)
D#m                           
Pull up to the spot, living too 
fast, droppin' the dope in the stash
B
 (yeee-ah)
D#m                               
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, 
   B
they DM me (brrr!)
D#m                               
Drop the top (drop top), when it's
                         B
 cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
D#m                               
Be real with me, keep it 100, just
          B
 be real with me, aye
D#m                               
Eat it up like it's a feast (eat 
                              B
it up), they say the dope on fleek 
(yeah!)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
D#m
I know that you niggas gettin' sick 
of me
B
These chains on my neck cost a mil' 
a piece
D#m
I won’t even like to freestyle for 
free
B
I put in the key and I ride the beat
D#m
I won’t even come out the house for 
free
B
I pay a nigga to drive for me
D#m
Jay-Z couldn’t even co-sign for me
B
I do what I want ‘cause I’m signed 
to me
D#m
I get the-I get the-I get the bag
B
They get the bag, had to cut it in 
half
D#m
Stop the comparing, y'all makin’ me 
laugh
B
Need the rehab, I'm addicted to cash
D#m
Convertible Wop, convertible top
B
My dope got a vertical, look at it 
hop (Skrrt-skkrt-skkrt)
D#m                      B
And it jump out the pot came out of 
jail and went straight to the top
D#m
Take it easy baby
B
Middle of Summer I’m freezin’ baby
D#m                        B
Don’t leave me baby just drop to 
your knees and please me baby
D#m                B
I’m fascinated two bitches so fine 
that I masturbated
D#m                    B
Congratulations, she bring me so 
good that I graduated
D#m
They had to hate it
B
I don't fuck with them niggas they 
plastic baby
D#m                B
I trap a baby, I rap but own all my 
masters baby
D#m                  B
It’s tragic baby, I pull up and fuck
 up the traffic baby
D#m                 B
I’m savage baby, I’m killin’ these 
niggas closed casket baby

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah!
D#m                               
You get the bag and fumble it, I 
                             B
get the bag and flip it and tumble 
it (ye)
D#m                          
Straight out the lot, 300 cash 
(cash!), and the car came with a 
    B
blunt in it (ye)
D#m                               
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she 
                                B
got ass, and she gon' fuck up a bag 
(ye)
D#m                           
Pull up to the spot, living too 
fast, droppin' the dope in the stash
B
 (yeee-ah)
D#m                               
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, 
   B
they DM me (brrr!)
D#m                               
Drop the top (drop top), when it's
                         B
 cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
D#m                               
Be real with me, keep it 100, just
          B
 be real with me, aye
D#m                               
Eat it up like it's a feast (eat 
                              B
it up), they say the dope on fleek 
(yeah!)