So many bags (woah)
So many bags (woah), so many bags (woah, woah)
So many bags (woah), so many bags (woah, woah)
So many mags (woah), extended the mag (woah)
Extended the mag (woah), extended the mag (woah, woah)
I'm totin' Kriss-Vect' (woah), you know it's a ten mill' (woah)
He's talkin' like that, he must not know how the stick feel
The way she ridin' me, yeah, you would think she was drivin' the big wheel
I'm slidin' out in a Maybach, yeah, I just left your bitch crib

Got so many mags, got so many bags
I'm servin' them packs, you can get cut with a axe
I'm too geeked up to relax
I'm fuckin' the soul out her back
I'm pullin' the hair out her head
It's not real, so she not upset
Come here, bae, and let's jump on a jet
Come here, bae
I'm in LA like Luka DončIć
I'm in LA, I'm smokin' on chronic
She in LA Rodeo shoppin', she think she iconic
So many bags in her hand, she might be iconic

So many bags, so many bags
So many bags, so many bags
So many mags, extended the mag
Extended the mag, extended the mag
I'm totin' Kriss-Vect', you know it's a ten mill'
He's talkin' like that, he must not know how the stick feel
The way she ridin' me, yeah, you would think she was drivin' the big wheel
I'm slidin' out in a Maybach, yeah, I just left your bitch crib

So many bags
So many bags, so many bags
So many bags, so many bags