Rod Wave — Get That Bag

[Hook: Rod Wave] Get a bag jit Show ya ass for the times you ain’t had shit Get that cash jit Get that money Talking 50s, 20s, 100s, go dummy You don’t owe a nigga nothin’ Keep on grindin’, turn nothin’ to somethin’ Get that money Turn nothin’ to somethin’ Keep on hustlin’ Forever roadrunnin’ [Verse 1: Rod Wave] Look, I’m forever roadrunnin’ Stack that cheddar, better know the crackas comin’ Don’t ya ever let up jit go get that money Talking 50s, 20s, 100s Heard ya on the block with Bach and you sellin’ rocks Better keep yo’ weapon cocked ‘fore you get yo’ melon popped Better focus on that cheddar don’t ya ever stop In a rented Tesla with Lil’ Chris He got a brand new Glock Now that’s a true story, he just bought a .40 ‘Member back when I was broke lil’ bitches would ignore me Now we runnin’ up that dough so all the hoes adore me They wouldn’t book me at no shows ‘cause I was a shorty Now when they call me to book me they can’t afford me They used to overlook me, felt like I wasn’t important Now I ball like Gasol or Robert Horry Now I ball like Gasol or Robert Horry [Hook: Rod Wave] Get a bag jit Show ya ass for the times you ain’t had shit Get that cash jit Get that money Talking 50s, 20s, 100s, go dummy You don’t owe a nigga nothin’ Keep on grindin’, turn nothin’ to somethin’ Get that money Turn nothin’ to somethin’ Keep on hustlin’ Forever roadrunnin’ [Verse 2: Glokknine] Uh, aye, yeah I got a bag so they hatin’ (yeah) Talkin’ ‘bout you runnin’ up on what? Bitch rethink it Finessing all you crash dummies, quick to pull a prank jit Uh, aye I’m quick to pull a prank jit I was on that ketchup suuwoo leave a stain shit My nigga lost his membrane, his roof, on some think shit Damn boy, Lil’ 9 why you always on some crank shit? This a push-to-start, ain’t no key when I crank it I’m tellin’ you Wave they on the wave but they seasick My nigga, he done dove up in that water in the deep end Walkin’ alligator This Lacoste and it cost me My shooters, they ain’t worried ‘bout no price, they gon’ off ‘em Uh aye, money make the world go ‘round I bet that bag put yo’ dick in the ground Aye yeah