Video Gettin 2 The Bag de Abg Rocky 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Abg Rocky - Gettin 2 The Bag Lyrics

Them niggas mad? Ha
I’m gone keep getting money nigga til the day I die
Get yo money nigga, fuck what these niggas talking bout
ABG nigga, let’s go

He ain’t getting no bag, oh that’s why he mad
He gone fuck around and end up in a body bag
He ain’t getting no paper so now he a hater
He gone fuck around and end up in a newspaper

Nigga mad at me like I used to be his best friend
I don’t even know you nigga why the hell you flexing
You ain’t gettin money so you hating from the stressing
I don’t givе a damn about the way you niggas dressing
If you want this smoke, drop yo location and addrеss me
Yeah you got a bad bitch but that do not impress me
I can take her from you just in a matter of seconds
But I don’t come second to niggas that be begging
Niggas out here begging like a crackhead
Mad at me for getting money, all you make is flat bread
Say it ain’t my fault you poor, nigga you’s a blackhead
Fuck around and they gone find yo body on a flatbed
On gang

He ain’t getting no bag, oh that’s why he mad
He gone fuck around and end up in a body bag
He ain’t getting no paper so now he a hater
He gone fuck around and end up in a newspaper
He ain’t getting no bag, oh that’s why he mad
He gone fuck around and end up in a body bag
He ain’t getting no paper so now he a hater
He gone fuck around and end up in a newspaper
Nigga mad me like I used to be his homeboy
I don’t even know you nigga what the hell you on boy
ABG til my soul free, leave me alone boy
Trying to steal my style but you better get your own boy
Trying to copy, paste you ain’t my twin you ain’t my clone boy
If you need a bag I cannot give you a loan boy
I’m a bad boy you just a fake ass puffy combs boy
I’m the fucking man around this bitch and you unknown boy
They don’t know yo face and they don’t know yo name
Acting like these internet junkies doing everything for fame
Know yo mama wished she would’ve swallowed you back in the day
Fuck around and they gone find yo body in her driveway
On gang

He ain’t getting no bag, oh that’s why he mad
He gone fuck around and end up in a body bag
He ain’t getting no paper so now he a hater
He gone fuck around and end up in a newspaper
He ain’t getting no bag, oh that’s why he mad
He gone fuck around and end up in a body bag
He ain’t getting no paper so now he a hater
He gone fuck around and end up in a newspaper

Aye mane, say mane
What type of nigga wake up everyday mad at another nigga for getting money
It’s enough money to go around this motherfucker for all of us
You understand me
And then what type of nigga wake up wanting to be another nigga
Or compare hisself to another nigga
That shit kinda zesty
Fuck you talking bout nigga