make a bag
megan thee stallion
makin' it pop on some freak shit
i'm at pappadeuax eating seafood
racks in my pocket and a big tool
the shit that i'm rockin' got red on the bottom
i ain't one of these rap dudes
diamonds jumping out the face of the altima
doing the michael jackson kick move
she gone kick the nigga out 'for i come thru
yeen ain't been thru what i've been thru
i'm gone ball like caillou
i won't hesitate to buss the smith and wesson
dope boys and some killas in my section
we ain't fuckin' with you peasants
i got big pointer sittin' inside the necklace
we don't do the second guessin'
hit his nigga and i bet he get the message
i know they ass seein' me
but i don't see a soul nigga
i'm at grand luxe eatin' caesar salad with my sugar daddy
pulled up on me in a big benz
no time to play with these niggas
told him to put me some ice on my neck and ears if he want me to listen
i tellin' bitches i've been in my bag
but now i got the wallet to match
he love how i fit in my clothes
he told me he think that he fallin' in love
and i told him i'm already knowin'
i might balance a bitch on these 'enciagas
i can't see the haters thru these fuckin' pradas
they gone book me cuz i bring the pussy poppers
and the niggas with money that's poppin' bottles
i'ma make a bag and make it twerk
i'm finna run up a bag in a skirt
they checkin' him but the gun in my purse
i'm killin' these hoes and i know that they hurt
makin' it pop on some freak shit