I Get The Bag chords by Gucci Mane

Chords with lyrics

Intro: Gucci Mane:
D#mD#m
Southside
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Hah, it's Gucci!
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It's Drop Top, Wizop, hoo! Skrr
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If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon shoot you

Chorus: Quavo:
Yeah!
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You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
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Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
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Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon' fuck up a bag (ye)
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Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
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In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
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Drop the top (drop top), when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
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Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
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Eat it up like it's a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek (yeah!)

Verse 1: Takeoff:
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Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)
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Them niggas that flex in the back don't say nothin them niggas will kill for me
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Backends I got 'em asleep, on fleek
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100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!)
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Bitch I'm a dog, give my treat
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Hop out the frog and leap (leap!)
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I put them bricks in the Phantom, my bitch she walk around like she Kris Jenner
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I used to break and then enter
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Then Takeoff run 'em like the game of temple
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It's simple, I play with the mental
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Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)
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Canada 'cause I'm a money symbol
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Walking with the racks I'm looking crippled (money!)
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Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (tip her!)
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A augmentedA nickel for me to take pictures (nickel!)
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Not from L.A. but I clip her (brrr!)
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Double my cup, pour a triple
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Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my)
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I'm not your average or typical (I'm not your)
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Look at my wrist and it's critical (look at the)
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Hold it up, droppin' the temperature (droppin' the)
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I get that bag on the regular (bag!)
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I got a bag on my cellular (brrr!)
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Backing up, bagging up vegetables
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Baggin' up cookies, it's medical (cookies!)
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Cocaine, codeine, et cetera
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Cocaine and lean, it's federal
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I take off, landin' on Nebula
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?: 20 M's on my schedule
(Takeoff!)

Chorus: Quavo:
Yeah!
D#mD#m                              BB
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
D#mD#m                                BB
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
D#mD#m                                BB
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon' fuck up a bag (ye)
D#mD#m                                BB
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
D#mD#m                 BB
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
D#mD#m                            BB
Drop the top (drop top), when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
D#mD#m                     BB
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
D#mD#m                               BB
Eat it up like it's a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek (yeah!)

Verse 2: Gucci Mane:
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I know that you niggas gettin' sick of me
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These chains on my neck cost a mil' a piece
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I won’t even like to freestyle for free
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I put in the key and I ride the beat
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I won’t even come out the house for free
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I pay a nigga to drive for me
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Jay-Z couldn’t even co-sign for me
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I do what I want ‘cause I’m signed to me
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I get the-I get the-I get the bag
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They get the bag, had to cut it in half
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Stop the comparing, y'all makin’ me laugh
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Need the rehab, I'm addicted to cash
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Convertible Wop, convertible top
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My dope got a vertical, look at it hop (Skrrt-skkrt-skkrt)
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And it jump out the pot came out of jail and went straight to the top
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Take it easy baby
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Middle of Summer I’m freezin’ baby
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Don’t leave me baby just drop to your knees and please me baby
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I’m fascinated two bitches so fine that I masturbated
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Congratulations, she bring me so good that I graduated
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They had to hate it
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I don't fuck with them niggas they plastic baby
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I trap a baby, I rap but own all my masters baby
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It’s tragic baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic baby
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I’m savage baby, I’m killin’ these niggas closed casket baby

Chorus: Quavo:
Yeah!
D#mD#m                              BB
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
D#mD#m                                BB
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
D#mD#m                                BB
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon' fuck up a bag (ye)
D#mD#m                                BB
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin' the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
D#mD#m                 BB
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
D#mD#m                            BB
Drop the top (drop top), when it's cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
D#mD#m                     BB
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
D#mD#m                               BB