[Intro: Quilly]

Ride for that bag!
Slide for that bag
Bitches'll cross you, n***as' switch sides for that bag!
Big bag; Santa Claus
Cookin' up, it's comin' back; Diana Ross
Gettin' to it! N***as' mad
Cuz I was broke and came back wit a bigger bag!
Give me that bag, I want the bag!
Give me that bag, I want the bag!

[Verse 1: Quilly]

I'm still countin' money, I ain't makin' shit
I want that kinda bag, I gotta weigh that shit
This bitch countin' my pockets, man I hate that shit
Want me to take her shoppin' like she help me make that shit
In the field, catchin' plays, 10 shows, 6 days
See, I'm a trendsetter, you just ride waves
"E" choppin' bricks, he the Sensei
Paranoia, somebody call my lawyer
That bag like, better get that bag right
Fore' I send some n***as' at you, for a bag of that dough
They be right at your head, put a tag on your toe
Dollar Dollar bill n***a
Hittin' licks, make you strip; Dollar bill n***a
Keep that 40 tucked in my Tommy Hillfigers
I get that bag by myself, I don't feel n***as
[Intro: Quilly]

Ride for that bag!
Slide for that bag
Bitches'll cross you, n***as' switch sides for that bag!
Big bag; Santa Claus
Cookin' up, it's comin' back; Diana Ross
Gettin' to it! N***as' mad
Cuz I was broke and came back wit a bigger bag!
Give me that bag, I want the bag!
Give me that bag, just give me that bag!

[Verse 2: Quilly]

Junkies knockin' at my door, they got it bad
My n***a just called me, said he needed half
Ok, I'm steppin' up my bag cuz you made me mad
You fuckin' up your credit, runnin' up your tab
And, I don't owe these n***as' nothin'
On that, I'ma charge my Uncle and my Cousin
Soon as you gettin' to it, n***as' say you stuntin'
When I was fucked up, you ain't give me a Onion
Now, I'm stuntin'; Givenchy
Now, I'm stuntin' in Fendi
All I want is that bag, please don't short me a penny
I'll hit you wit the Semi, do it all for the Benji
Ain't it crazy, tables turn, now they callin' me stingy
Now they callin' me greedy, I ain't feedin' the needy
I ain't takin' care of that hoe, that bitch did me greezy
Makin (?), prolly go straight to the top
Get me away from the snakes, get me away from this block
Medicine bag, overdose, them n***as' crossed
Now I'm Holy Ghost
I don't respect attempts, get your wreck up
But I respect the n***a wit his check up!
[Intro: Quilly]

Ride for that bag!
Slide for that bag
Bitches'll cross you, n***as' switch sides for that bag!
Big bag; Santa Claus
Cookin' up, it's comin' back; Diana Ross
Gettin' to it! N***as' mad
Cuz I was broke and came back wit a bigger bag!
Give me that bag, I want the bag!
Give me that bag, just give me that bag!