I'm in my bag, I'm a whole different creature Woo, woo, woo! I'm in my bag, I'm a whole different creature Y'all going out sad playing follow the leader I don't want your money, I don't want a feature You smoking on crack, you a whole other tweaker My cup full of Hi-Tech, my soda get sweeter I rock out on stage while you sit in the bleachers I'm making more money than my fuckin' teacher They flexing my music up loud on the speaker They hate that I'm on, I swear it's getting deeper You was just a hater now you a believer Don't talk to my favorite, yeah, she is a keeper, yeah Gucci on, Fendi on, drip in my bag That's why I'm out, yeah, switch to tags Sorry, had to keep it real, yeah, my bad Gotta work on me and how I act Nobody with me going out sad My chain chomp livid, better my stash Way that I move like a car on a track In other words, yeah, I'm going fast I got some drugs in my bag Money on me, I swear you gotta tap Might wonder when this shit really gon' hap' If I'm on a boat, then I am the cap Yeah, I was broke, yeah that's the past I can't explain on my absence No, don't want your two cents You're a nuisance Started talking my shit, now that shit is some blasphemy They listen to me like a teacher, this class for me I hate her, I love her, why does she keep happening Stop asking me questions, you know I'm not answering I see everything, both sides, panoramic I'm money-hungry, why you anorexic? Your girl with me, ate my dick for breakfast Broke in this bank 'til 11, can't kept it Yeah Bring me my money, I need it collected Can't trust nobody, yeah, I'm skeptic Yeah, I'm too high, I don't know which way left is I'm in my bag, I'm a whole different creature Y'all going out sad playing follow the leader I don't want your money, I don't want a feature You smoking on crack, you a whole other tweaker My cup full of Hi-Tech, my soda get sweeter I rock out on stage while you sit in the bleachers I'm making more money than my fuckin' teacher They flexing my music up loud on the speaker They hate that I'm on, I swear it's getting deeper You was just a hater now you a believer Don't talk to my favorite, yeah, she is a keeper, yeah Gucci on, Fendi on, drip in my bag That's why I'm out, yeah, switch to tags Sorry, had to keep it real, yeah, my bad Gotta work on me and how I act Nobody with me going out sad My chain chomp livid, better my stash Way that I move like a car on a track In other words, yeah, I'm going fast