My Shit

In my bag now, in my bag now

What the fuck is that sound?

What the fuck is that sound?

I brought the Mac out, niggas sat down

I got shit I never had now, I can brag now

Got my bitch a Louis bag now, she can brag now

Bought my bitch a Birkin bag now, she a brat now

Now I'm sittin' in the club in a different bag now

Baby, when I pick it up, you gon' put that ass down

Tell 'em you don't give a fuck, baby, spin that ass 'round

Tell the DJ turn it up, what the fuck is that sound?

A Boogie wit da Hoodie, and it's always foreign

Yeah, I know she like my style, them other niggas borin'

When I pull up it go skrrt skrrt, that's a foreign

When I pull up on a red light, they don't want it

Yeah, I came up from the mud and my baby know that

Introduced her to my plug, now she think she all that

When I first hit her up, no, she never wrote back

Then I saw her at the club, so I got up on that

Now every time they play this song she say, "This is my shit"

See the flick of my wrist

And I know she know wassup, baby, this is my shit (my shit)

See the flick of my wrist

They know that's my bitch, that's a fact, and she stuck wit' me

When you in my section, fill it up when my cup empty

I can't fuck wit' rats, that's a fact, that's a dub nigga

All about my F, can't put water over blood nigga

Trust me, it get ugly

If I wasn't getting money, would you still want me?

If I told you I was broke, would you start actin' funny?

This is all I ever wanted, you can't take from me

Now every time they play this song, she say, "This is my shit"

See the flick of my wrist

And I know she know wassup, baby, this is my shit (my shit)

See the flick of my wrist