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I Get the Bag Chords by Gucci Mane

  • Key: Db
  • BPM: 70
  • Capo: no capo

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I GET THE BAG CHORDS

[Start]

[Intro]
Ebm               
   Hah it's Gucci
     Ebm     
It's Drop Top
      Ebm7    
Wizop     ooh


[Verse]
Ebm                          
You get the bag and fumble it
Ebm                                    
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
                 Ebm                   
Straight out the lot three hundred cash
            Ebm                    
And the car came with a blunt in it
           Ebm                 
Lil mama a thot and she got ass
             Ebm          
And she gon' fuck up a bag
               Ebm                 
Pull up to the spot livin' too fast
                         Ebm  
Droppin' the dope in the stash
   Ebm                                  
In Italy got two foreign hoes they DM me


[Chorus]
         Ebm               
Drop the top when it's cold
        Ebm          
But you feel the heat
             Ebm                  
Be real with me keep it one hunnid
        Ebm         
Just be real with me
          Ebm              
Eat it up like it's a feast
             Ebm          
They say the dope on fleek
Eb7      Ebm       
Percocet pill on me
Ebm                              
Ice on my neck baby chill with me


[Verse]
                 Ebm                               
Them niggas that post in the back don't say nothin'
                 Ebm        
Them niggas will kill for me
Ebm                                   
Back ends I count in my sleep on fleek
    Ebm                                
One hundredK spent on a Patek Phillippe
Ebm                         
Bitch I'm a dog eat my treat
Ebm                      
Hop out the frog and leap
Ebm                            
I put them bricks in the fender
             Ebm                             
My bitch she walk around like she Kris Jenner
Ebm                           
I used to break and then enter
             Ebm                            
Then Takeoff run 'em like the game of temple
     Eb7                    Ebm   
It's simple I play with her mental
          Ebm                       
Mama said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel
Ebm                                  
Count it up 'cause I'm a money symbol
        Ebm                                
Walkin' with the racks I'm lookin' crippled
Ebm                              
Fuck on that bitch then I tip her
  Ebm                           
A nickel for me to take pictures
Ebm                       
Not from LA but I clip her
Ebm7                       
Double my cup pour a triple
Ebm                     
Fox on my body no Vivica
Ebm7                           
I'm not your average or typical
Ebm                               
Look at my wrist and it's critical
Ebm                                
Hold it up droppin' the temperature
Ebm                          
I get that bag on the regular
Ebm                       
I got a bag on my cellular
Eb7                   Ebm       
Backin' up baggin' up vegetables
Ebm                             
Bag of them cookies it's medical
Eb7                     
Cocaine codeine etcetera
Ebm                          
Cocaine and lean it's federal
Ebm                         
I take off landin' on Nebula
      Ebm                          
As of now twenty M's on my schedule
            Ebm              
You get the bag and fumble it
Ebm                                    
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
                 Ebm                   
Straight out the lot three hundred cash
            Ebm                    
And the car came with a blunt in it
           Ebm                 
Lil mama a thot and she got ass
             Ebm          
And she gon' fuck up a bag
               Ebm                 
Pull up to the spot livin' too fast
                         Ebm  
Droppin' the dope in the stash
   Ebm                                  
In Italy got two foreign hoes they DM me
         Ebm               
Drop the top when it's cold
        Ebm          
But you feel the heat
Ebm                               
Be real with me keep it one hunnid
        Ebm         
Just be real with me


[Chorus]
          Ebm              
Eat it up like it's a feast
             Ebm          
They say the dope on fleek
  Ebm                                      
I know that these niggas gettin' sick of me
      Ebm                                  
These chains on my neck cost a mil' a piece
Ebm                                    
I don't even like to freestyle for free
  Ebm                               
I put in the key and I ride the beat
Ebm                                     
I won't even come out the house for free
Ebm                          
I pay a nigga to drive for me
Ebm                             
Jayz couldn't even cosign for me
  Ebm                                   
I do what I want 'cause I'm signed to me


[Verse]
Ebm                              
I get the I get the I get the bag
Ebm                                   
They get the bag had to cut it in half
Ebm                                     
Stop the comparin' y'all makin' me laugh
Ebm                                
Need the rehab I'm addicted to cash
Ebm                            
Convertible Wop convertible top
   Ebm                               
My dope got a vertical look at it hop
Ebm                                      
Skrrt skrrt skrrt and it jump out the pot
Ebm                                          
Came out of jail and went straight to the top


[Chorus]
Ebm                                                 
Take it easy baby middle of summer I'm freezin' baby
Ebm                
Don't leave me baby
     Ebm                                  
Just drop to your knees and please me baby
Ebm                                                  
I'm fascinated two bitches so fine that I masturbated
                    Ab7                              
Congratulations she brain me so good that I graduated


[Verse]
Eb7                
They had to hate it
        Eb7                                    
I don't fuck with them niggas they plastic baby
                 Ebm                            
A trapper baby I rap but own all my masters baby
            Ebm                                        
It's tragic baby I pull up and fuck up the traffic baby
         Ebm 
A savage baby
    Ebm                                    
I'm killin' these niggas closed casket baby


[Chorus]
            Ebm              
You get the bag and fumble it
Ebm                                    
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
                 Ebm                   
Straight out the lot three hundred cash
            Ebm                    
And the car came with a blunt in it
Eb7        Ebm                 
Lil mama a thot and she got ass
             Ebm          
And she gon' fuck up a bag
               Ebm                 
Pull up to the spot livin' too fast
                         Ebm  
Droppin' the dope in the stash
   Ebm                                  
In Italy got two foreign hoes they DM me
Eb7      Ebm           Eb7 
Drop the top when it's cold
        Eb7          
But you feel the heat
Ebm                               
Be real with me keep it one hunnid
        Ebm         
Just be real with me
          Ebm              
Eat it up like it's a feast
             Ebm          
They say the dope on fleek


[Outro]

[End]
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