Black Baethoven & Jimmy G – Banger Bag Lyrics

Black Baethoven
I got Supreme, I pullup on the scene
Designer my jeans, might have the pocket rocket in between
She jacking my stalk, I'm flicking the bean
I aint gotta talk if you know what I mean
When I was in college I went to my dean
He told me it's better to follow my dreams
So that's what I'm doing, I made me some goals
Been through the highs and I been through the lows
I can't let a bitch nigga step on my toes
Can't f*ck with that bitch if she play with her nose
I'm tryna mount up and count up the dough
And after I count it, then count up some more
When I finish counting, I roll me some dro
I let her tie my shoes, then I head out the door
Gone in a flash, cuz I get the bag
I'm overly dedicated to the cash
My fingers be itching, it feel like a rash
So I'm shooting my shot and I'm making it splash
Take out my nuts, I'm letting em drag
That's how I feel when I'm popping a tag
Making these bangers to get me a bag
I spit on the mic, now I need me a rag
I'm a black panther, my lady a jag
We deep in the jungle, we making it wild
Running it back and we moving the pile
Running the marathon, moving the miles
We keeping it going, we never gon stop
Set it in motion, we letting it drop
I told you we making our way to the top
When we on top, we gon buy back the block
I'm in my banger bag, I'm selling hope
I’m selling hope
And if you pay for that, you might get a quote
What’s the price
I'm in my banger bag, I'm selling beats
Hey
And if you pay for that, you gon get the heat
Fire
I'm in my banger bag, I'm selling hope
I’m selling hope
And if you pay for that, you might get a quote
What’s the price
I'm in my banger bag, I'm selling beats
Hey
And if you pay for that, you gon get the heat
Fire
I'm in my banger bag, aint got no time for the haters
Eye candy want me now, mmm, Ima suck on her later
I'm working on my goals, tryna be something greater
Like handing out money, in exchange for favors
My bars will wrap around ya head just like a taper
And by the time you finished thinking, my bag is filled with paper
Ain't got no time for love, lately I've been on a mission
Knocking out one beat after the other, like I'm Sonny Liston
Now, listen up, I'm so fed up
With the establishment not listening to us, what the f*ck is up
What's wrong with everyone tryna get they health up
Or they minds up, with fair opportunity for all of us
So, I took a couple stacks out my bag to lift Bernie Sanders up
The only politician in the election who stood up and went to jail for us
So, f*ck Biden and Bakari Sellers, they can eat the shit that they tryna sell us
And shout out to Cornell, the only West who didn't sell out to corporate shills
I'm in my banger bag, I'm selling hope
I’m selling hope
And if you pay for that, you might get a quote
What’s the price
I'm in my banger bag, I'm selling beats
Hey
And if you pay for that, you gon get the heat
Fire
I'm in my banger bag, I'm selling hope
I’m selling hope
And if you pay for that, you might get a quote
What’s the price
I'm in my banger bag, I'm selling beats
Hey
And if you pay for that, you gon get the heat