Lyrics Big Bags – Yung Pinch

Ricky Racks, I see you
Oh yeah yeah
I need big bags
Audio Cartel s**t, baby
Yeah..
I need big bags, yeah
I need big bags
Yeah, I need big bags
Yeah, I need big bags
Whoa, ayy
Look, I need big bags
Tell me where you get that
Walked out of the store
I’ll pop at least six tags
That’s a big bag
Money well spent though
Mixin’ up the Louis
With some Chrome Heart kicks, whoaWhere they do that
Somebody come and tell me
Blew it on my own
But I like it when you help me
Whoa, I think they jealous
Gucci on my pelvis
Smoking like a Marley
But living like I’m Elvis
Whoa, whoa, wait
Everyone worried ’bout me
But I hope that they’re okay
Droppin’ the top for the breeze
‘Cause I got the Porsche today
Everyone thought I would leave
Nobody thought I would stay
Came from the beach, I’m the wave
There ain’t really much else I can say
They thought I had it made
‘Cause I never worked minimum wage
Made the call on my own, followed my dreams
Suddenly everything changed
Suddenly everyone needs me
Suddenly all these girls want me
Since I gave ’em, Nightmares
I just got all these girls on me
Yeah told her, don’t forget the rest of me
She always takes the best of me
And says she wants the best for me
I don’t care anymore, I swear
Don’t forget the rest of me
She always takes the best of me
I don’t care anymore, I swear
And says she wants the best for meIt’s just another tragedy of love
It’s just another tragedy
It had to be like this
It’s just another tragedy of love
It’s just another tragedy
It had to be like this
Whoa
I need big bags, yeah
I need big bags
Yeah, I need big bags
Yeah, I need big bags
Whoa, ayy
Look, I need big bags
Tell me where you get that
Walked out of the store
I’ll pop at least six tags
That’s a big bag
Money well spent though
Mixin’ up the Louis
With some Chrome Heart kicks, whoa
Where they do that
Somebody come and tell me
Blew it on my own
But I like it when you help me
Whoa, I think they jealous
Gucci on my pelvis
Smoking like a Marley
But living like I’m Elvis
Whoa
Yeah told her, don’t forget the rest of me
She always takes the best of me
And says she wants the best for me
I don’t care anymore, I swear
Don’t forget the rest of me
She always takes the best of me
I don’t care anymore, I swear
Don’t
Took a flight to the West Coast
Now she thinks it’s the best coast
See me up in my dress code
Chuck T’s, got a white tees
Got that nice steez
I think she like me, yeah…
➤ Written by Yung Pinch
Album: Back 2 The Beach
Produced by Ricky Racks
Yung Pinch | 2019