Think I seen that bitch before, she lookin' for me, oh yeah I spent a thousand on my jewels, *** them lookin' loose A couple bands on my shoes, make a bitch choose She gon' suck dick cause she like to count Ridin' around in a Jag like I'm trying to pounce Bitch, I can make a 8-bar bounce Bitch, I can send them packs to your town I been stacking it up in large amounts I just let that money talk before I announce She don't want slacks, she want pounds Soon as that bitch get the signal, she going down Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag What's up with my killers and all my bitches? I hope ya'll ready to get these bitches Do stack and rock, do dividends Me and Wino, blippin', in a all blue Benz All blue, got one of my blue rings The one's, them tens, them dubs, and fins If you got C-roll, spend your diamonds If you got C-roll, then you got both And hoes and goals hanging from your throat The icing, though, you shining, hoe It's funny with a bag, you never loan Stocks and bonds in a big ass line And a Maserati in your garage Something for your driver Some study, could rhyme You bucking redheads, brunettes, and blinds With a pocket load though, you get no run No drink, no food, no fun Get the bag on Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag They say, Clay, why you acting like an ***? I said, nigga, cause I'm all about my cash flow I'm a big fraud, y'all niggas tadpoles Niggas trying to go fast, but they gas low I got a bitch, that's from Houston, like an astro I could have pussy like Jason, no masco Out for the cash, I'm a whip-ass, never last, hoe Had to exchange my current bitch for my last hoe Told her that I'm hungry, she took a nigga to Mashup Since it ain't my first rodeo, I put her like a lasso Fast go, then go fast, baby, like NASCAR Say they get the bad, these niggas sad, I laugh hard Niggas know I come with plenty heat Blow her back out in between the sheets And talking money, I don't wanna speak They sleeping on me, so they counting sheep Official my name, ringing in the streets Always making money in my sleep Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag, out for the bag Out for the bag