(At least I got the bag, though)
Yeah, I got a lot of haters
But they don't know that you're supposed to hate the game, not the player
They don't know that I have layers
They say my content is bland, but they just don't understand what we have
You pay me, so I can buy shit (yuh)
And then you pay to watch me buy shit
And then buy my shit
And then I brag about my nice shit (Gucci)
And act like it makes me better to have Supreme on my sweater (yuh)
And it does, or I really hope it does at least
'Cause I've been causing tons of beef, and giving people tons of grief
And doing bad shit, just to get the bag like I'm a thief
And brag about it constantly
They try, but ain't no stopping me
Just trying to get the bag, yuh
No shame, rap game
Mr. Krabs, yuh (argh)
Sell my motherfucking soul for an ad, yuh
Is selling gambling to kids really that bad, yuh? (Hmm)
Not for me
('Cause at least I got the bag, though)
I don't give a shit about
If you think I'm nice, I just care about the clout
(And the bag, though)
I ain't got a conscience, kicked him out
Then spent 40, 000 dollars on a couch
('Cause I got the fucking bag, though)
They say opposites attract
But all my friends would turn around and stab me in the back
(For the bag, though)
Add it up, don't know how to subtract
Got a girlfriend who professionally acts
(I got the bag)
Controversy is my shit (woo)
Most people don't like it, but my scandals have been lit (yuh)
I add fuel to the fire, rake in 50 million hits (damn)
And most those are from people who just wanna see me quit
That don't bother me one bit (nah)
Spent 40k on my watch, 100 grand on the car
8 milly on the house, 0 minutes on myself (oh, my God)
As little time as possible to earn that plaque up on my shelf
And even less apologizing for the pain that I have dealt (yuh)
And people think I don't mean it, 'cause I don't (no)
People think I won't change, 'cause I won't
They say I keep messing up, I do that on purpose
But they'll give me one more chance, that is very dumb of them
I'm pretty sure I'm right
And every other single person on Earth is wrong (aww)
And ain't nothing that you can say to change my mind
'Cause if you try to come at me I'm gonna respond (woo)
(Well, at least I got the bag, though)
I don't give a shit about
If you think I'm nice, I just care about the clout
(And the bag, though)
I ain't got a conscience, kicked him out
Then spent 40, 000 dollars on a couch
('Cause I got the fucking bag, though)
They say opposites attract
But all my friends would turn around and stab me in the back
(For the bag, though)
Add it up, don't know how to subtract
Got a girlfriend who professionally acts
(I got the bag)
Bag, though
Bag, though, b-b-b-b-b-bag, though (yuh!)
Bag, though, b-b-b-b-b-bag, though, bag, though
B-b-b-b-b-bag, though, bag, though
Well, at least I got the—
