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[Intro] I work, I grind, I make that bag I search, I find, I take that bag I work, I grind, I make that bag I search, I find, I take that bag [Verse 1] Twenty-six shows sold out, now I know I'm cut out Always gonna pull out, wait wait wait I'm a trendsetter, no-one really better Flaming like a pepper, yeah of course I lay the pressure Hunting for a bigger bag, I'm after all the prey Hundreds on my plate, yeah, I hit that buffet Baby got some money, it ain't really cliché Went dummy for couple years, and now it's time to play Couple more cities that I think I shut down on the world tour Yeah, really seen all of it 30K merch in a month, my money come in lumps Might spazz, and tryna sell bib Wrist so cold, ooh, think I need mits Whole wardrobe be filled with free fits I'ma pull up on your girl, but she tryna spend my shit So I ditch her hella quick, oh boy I feel slick [Chorus] I work, I grind, I make that bag I search, I find, I take that bag Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag [Verse 2] Bitch I'm a baby, got Huggies on my fits Yeah, I'm not grown up but my cradle gotta drip Why yo' bitch, wanna give me couple licks? (Yeah) Wanna flex up, put a diamond on my wrist (Wrist, wrist) No records, only hits, that's some big facts She a misfit, come and get your bitch back I won't ever sign shit, shred the contract Always adding digits, yeah, never have to subtract Check up on the growth rate, lady need to hydrate, so she want a dick date? Four point bank rate, money made me fixate, bitch I ain't a lightweight Peso or the queso, getting rich yeah, if you say so Bitch I like my bread, buy my feelo, like I'm play-dough [Chorus] I work, I grind, I make that bag I search, I find, I take that bag Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, ba-ba-ba-bag