Duffle Bag

Lyrics

Yeah No matter how high you rise The hustle never dies Street Life Cuhz it's the only life I know Street Life Ha ha fuck it ey 250 Racks in my duffle bag Some of my finest straps in my duffle bag Nothing but loud packs in my duffle bag Got a couple bricks of sniff in my duffle bag Gucci, Louis and Fendi stitched on my duffle bag Picked out a Bently tossed the salesman my duffle bag Hit multiple ports of entry with my duffle bag From the block to the clear-port with my duffle bag My aura is the truest, authenticated True blood not convoluted Warrior my team is full of shooters And every maneuver is bout that currency renewal And it's apparent I'm the heir apparent Feel my presence whenever paper is present that shits to be expected Where there's pressure I pressed it, left the dots all connected Plus I'm fully connected nigga I'm fully invested Counting money the color in different hues Shut down the mall you niggas stop and peruse Try as you might you cannot walk in my shoes The price of this life is precise, you can't afford the dues On the highest high yet still tied to the street Still got that brown paper bag money Still got a hundred guns and a hundred clips What's the good in having a fortune if you're not round to spend it 250 Racks in my duffle bag Some of my finest straps in my duffle bag Nothing but loud packs in my duffle bag Got a couple bricks of sniff in my duffle bag Gucci, Louis and Fendi stitched on my duffle bag Picked out a Bently tossed the salesman my duffle bag Hit multiple ports of entry with my duffle bag From the block to the clear-port with my duffle bag My duffle bag is more than just a carry on (That's right) It houses choice artillery as I carry on So if you see me in the streets you should carry on One touch from me and your vitals will cease to carry on Prosperity brought me clarity, spectacular views Burn through a bag burn through two, re-up then I recoup Revamp then return rejuvenated that's how we do Cover the grid longitude and latitude Pappa Doc Duvailler I run shit unopposed I stand with the stars you stare and wish up under those Check out the scale I balance it well Legal tender on one side the other illicit sale Keep the specifics quiet, homie that's hush money Alphabet boys be trying to track and I'm like what money Laundry stay clean, that paper trail non existent They can't fuck with your boy, evidence insufficient 250 Racks in my duffle bag Some of my finest straps in my duffle bag Nothing but loud packs in my duffle bag Got a couple bricks of sniff in my duffle bag Gucci, Louis and Fendi stitched on my duffle bag Picked out a Bently tossed the salesman my duffle bag Hit multiple ports of entry with my duffle bag From the block to the clear-port with my duffle bag 200 Bands under armour and over the shoulder Bypass the middle man, every deal I am the broker No piece meal, make sure that your funds in order Before you order no bit coins accepted at this brick and morter A bag exchange is preferred, minimal words If execution is smooth, then execution won't occur You venture where the water is deep Every move that you make signals the shark to come feast Every day I tote my duffle bag like an athlete Stay on top of the game like Bellechek and Brady (The best) Every day it's a given, currencies in the vision I turn dreams to fruition, playing power's position Fist full of dollars raised the game plan is prolific Birkin bag for my wife, Prada bag for my mistress They materialistic so I spoil them bitches Sometimes the cost to be the boss is expensive 250 Racks in my duffle bag Some of my finest straps in my duffle bag Nothing but loud packs in my duffle bag Got a couple bricks of sniff in my duffle bag Gucci, Louis and Fendi stitched on my duffle bag Picked out a Bently tossed the salesman my duffle bag Hit multiple ports of entry with my duffle bag From the block to the clear-port with my duffle bag