I Get the Bag Chords by Gucci Mane

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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