Bag Season Lyrics By French Montana ft. Lil Tjay

Bag Season Lyrics By French Montana ft. Lil Tjay
Bag Season Lyrics By French Montana ft. Lil Tjay

 

  • French Montana ft. Lil Tjay Bag Season Lyrics

I feel like the man when I walkthrough
When you hear that, “Han”
Tjay
I feel like the man when I walkthrough
Grrrtt, boom

I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want all the bags (I want)
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I need all of that (Yeah)
I want, I want all the bags (Yeah, yeah)
I want, I need all the bags (Grr)
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I need all the bags (Yeah)

Young nigga got shit
I be steppin’ out the crib like I’m hot shit
Chain heavy, hella grams, I could pop shit
I be feelin’ like the man when I drop shit
I be feelin’ like the man when I walkthrough
I get twenty-five bands just to walkthrough

Still shippin’ to land when it’s full through
Couple milli off a plan that I sort through
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want all the bags
How they open them doors, they mad
I’m steady winnin’, they forcin’ bad

Hе said he winnin’, it cost to brag
I earn a chip and then toss thе bag
Boy, ain’t no dividends, no, I ain’t givin’ the street to the top and I’m forcin’ that
Hop in the foreign, I vroom
They don’t think when I walk in a room

I remember they hated me, nothin’ to say to me
Keep it like, let’s resume
I’m a young nigga and I’m cocky
Used to eat cereals with no spoon
Any way I just do it, like we gettin’ to it (Grr)
Like Hoover, he tryna get boomed (Boom, boom, gang)

I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want all the bags
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want all the bags
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I want, we needs all the bags
I want, I need all the bags
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want all the bags (Jheeze, han)

Young nigga got shit (Uh)
I just painted your head, red dot shit (Bah-bah, baow)
Popstar on the black ship
Yeah, pussy open up like a moshpit (Woo)
Ayy, hunnid chains on for the blind date
Chandelier, Richard Millie, fire under (Bling)

Shootin’ for the green like run up (Bah)
Ski mask like Kanye, Donda
It’s lonely at the top, that’s why my Bugatti got two seats (Skrr)
Quarterback if I call a play
Your money thin like Coi Leray (Ah)
“F” on my chest with the gold diamonds

French playin’ chess with the old-timers
Stood on my own, no cosignin’, I when they was show timin’
Young nigga way up (Way up)
Win mills in the lay up (Lay up)
Twenty-fifth hour, I stay up (Stay up)
WHOLE LOTTA MONEY/Whole Lotta Money like BIA (BIA)
And they closed the door, we came back and bought the building (Uh)
Breakin’ down, movin’ OT, my diamonds dancin’ like O.T (Grrrtt, boom, bling)

I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want all the bags
(I want, I feel like the man when I walk through)
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I need all of that (Yeah)
I want, I want all the bags (Yeah, yeah)
I want, I need all the bags
(Grr, I feel like the man when I walk through)
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I need all the bags (Yeah)

I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want all the bags
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, I feel like the man when I walk through)
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want all the bags
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I want, we needs all the bags
I want, I need all the bags
(I feel like the man when I walk through)
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want, I want all the bags
(Jheeze, than)