INTRO: Pray for my enemies You better pray, you better pray For my enemies I lay em down, I lay em down For all them centuries I lay em down for all that time We was in slavery
You better pray, better pray For my enemies Because the hammer that I hold It has severity All of my soldiers 150, 150 G All of my soldiers 150, 150 G 150 the Bag
HOOK: All of my soldiers’ll be putting on them masks Pull it back we blast 150 Do it hard for the cash Do it all for the cash 150 All of my soldiers 150, 150 G All of my soldiers 150, 150 G 150 the Bag 150 the Bag Do it all for the cash Pull it back we blast 150 Puttin on them masks Going hard for the stash 150 the Bag All of my soldiers 150, 150 G All of my soldiers 150, 150 G 150 the Bag 150 the Bag
Verse 1: 37 million everyday They counting money like everyday So who am I not getting mine Get my fam good and let circulate I don’t hesitate to get the bag Be on a mission just to get the bag I ain’t never been the one for sitting back I’m a punch in like a hitting bag Told the homies we can run the map Tell them people I ain’t coming back Shout to fam out in Tennessee I pray my cause make it out the trap Getting taxed living in the states I probably didn’t pay it anyway Trump think he about to make it great Put Obama back up in his place Bringing money back from overseas I cross it over like I’m Allen I LA rollin off the 101 Hit the Val off the 405 I ain’t really done till I break the bank Now we looking good can you picture that 150 bags spending fast I’m to the bank like I’m finna laugh Hating on me better get in line You be on the sideline getting mad Hold up Just a player in the game and the team looking too strong Get the play right Put a dude in the game let a dude get loose tho
HOOK: All of my soldiers’ll be Puttin on them masks Pull the gat we blast 150 Do it hard for the cash Do it all for the cash 150 All of my soldiers 150, 150 G All of my soldiers 150, 150 G 150 the Bag 150 the Bag Do it all for the cash Pull the gat we blast 150 Puttin on them masks Going hard for the stash 150 the Bag All of my soldiers 150, 150 G All of my soldiers 150, 150 G 150 the Bag 150 the Bag
Verse 2: I carry the cash, 150 my bag (yah) Yeah I’m in love with the cash Love with the cash, loving the way it look on me (whoo) It’s looking better than you (you) I get it and dash, chasing a check like police on me Making this money, and I want it fast (fast) I wanna die with a billion and a half (hunnit and 50)
If I like I should marry it, me and money with some big rings (bling bling) If I want it, I should bury it, money trees grow me big things (cash cash) If I want it more, I should sleep on it, money dreams make for real ones (real) Real ones, turn to big bags, big houses, fast jags (jags)
150 to bag, we poppin them tags Hunnits and hunnits to grab Everybody wanna rap but rapping isn’t anything if you not making a bag
150 to bag, we poppin them tags Hunnits and hunnits to grab Everybody wanna rap but rapping isn’t anything if you not making a bag
HOOK: All of my soldiers’ll be Puttin on them masks Pull the gat we blast 150 Do it hard for the cash Do it all for the cash 150 All of my soldiers 150, 150 G All of my soldiers 150, 150 G 150 the Bag 150 the Bag Do it all for the cash Pull the gat we blast 150 Puttin on them masks Going hard for the stash 150 the Bag All of my soldiers 150, 150 G All of my soldiers 150, 150 G 150 the Bag 150 the Bag
Verse 3: Bust like Calico staying in the zone Blowing out the smoke Load the hollow holes All I really know staying on my toes looking out for folks Moving out the house plus we were poor So we had no choice This is for my boys never had a voice Now we moving up Now we counting dough Pull out a rack and these girls get excited !
Hittin these switches & Flipping them benches, pullin these back & messing with women tipping the girls, bagging better sipping amaretto With the heat coming from the kitchen
Drinking on liquor my soul get replenish, Chilling on people just like I'm a blizzard Bustin things like I'm on a engine Flow without a blemish now my dough is the lettuce //
most of my boys they come from the ghetto, settle our differences with heavy metal Never show repentance till we getting sentenced bussing opposition until we don’t see em //
Saying hi to these girls for wearing stilettos, Hailing it from the back like its vendetta Yeah I'm so surreal it doesn’t matter all how you feel All that we peddle is straight for the Devil
OUTRO: Pray for my enemies I’m a lay em down, in the ground Around cemeteries When I pull the pound Hold it down for them centuries Brother if you feel me Say 100, say it 150 150, 150 The bag 150 the Bag Pray for my enemies I’m a lay em down, in the ground Around cemeteries When I pull the pound Hold it down for all them centuries Brother if you feel me Say 100, say it 150 150, 150 The bag 150 the Bag
INTRO: Pray for my enemies You better pray, you better pray For my enemies I lay em down, I lay em down For all them centuries I lay em down for all that time We was in slavery
You better pray, better pray For my enemies Because the hammer that I hold It has severity All of my soldiers 150, 150 G All of my soldiers 150, 150 G 150 the Bag
HOOK: All of my soldiers’ll be putting on them masks Pull it back we blast 150 Do it hard for the cash Do it all for the cash 150 All of my soldiers 150, 150 G All of my soldiers 150, 150 G 150 the Bag 150 the Bag Do it all for the cash Pull it back we blast 150 Puttin on them masks Going hard for the stash 150 the Bag All of my soldiers 150, 150 G All of my soldiers 150, 150 G 150 the Bag 150 the Bag
Verse 1: 37 million everyday They counting money like everyday So who am I not getting mine Get my fam good and let circulate I don’t hesitate to get the bag Be on a mission just to get the bag I ain’t never been the one for sitting back I’m a punch in like a hitting bag Told the homies we can run the map Tell them people I ain’t coming back Shout to fam out in Tennessee I pray my cause make it out the trap Getting taxed living in the states I probably didn’t pay it anyway Trump think he about to make it great Put Obama back up in his place Bringing money back from overseas I cross it over like I’m Allen I LA rollin off the 101 Hit the Val off the 405 I ain’t really done till I break the bank Now we looking good can you picture that 150 bags spending fast I’m to the bank like I’m finna laugh Hating on me better get in line You be on the sideline getting mad Hold up Just a player in the game and the team looking too strong Get the play right Put a dude in the game let a dude get loose tho
HOOK: All of my soldiers’ll be Puttin on them masks Pull the gat we blast 150 Do it hard for the cash Do it all for the cash 150 All of my soldiers 150, 150 G All of my soldiers 150, 150 G 150 the Bag 150 the Bag Do it all for the cash Pull the gat we blast 150 Puttin on them masks Going hard for the stash 150 the Bag All of my soldiers 150, 150 G All of my soldiers 150, 150 G 150 the Bag 150 the Bag
Verse 2: I carry the cash, 150 my bag (yah) Yeah I’m in love with the cash Love with the cash, loving the way it look on me (whoo) It’s looking better than you (you) I get it and dash, chasing a check like police on me Making this money, and I want it fast (fast) I wanna die with a billion and a half (hunnit and 50)
If I like I should marry it, me and money with some big rings (bling bling) If I want it, I should bury it, money trees grow me big things (cash cash) If I want it more, I should sleep on it, money dreams make for real ones (real) Real ones, turn to big bags, big houses, fast jags (jags)
150 to bag, we poppin them tags Hunnits and hunnits to grab Everybody wanna rap but rapping isn’t anything if you not making a bag
150 to bag, we poppin them tags Hunnits and hunnits to grab Everybody wanna rap but rapping isn’t anything if you not making a bag
HOOK: All of my soldiers’ll be Puttin on them masks Pull the gat we blast 150 Do it hard for the cash Do it all for the cash 150 All of my soldiers 150, 150 G All of my soldiers 150, 150 G 150 the Bag 150 the Bag Do it all for the cash Pull the gat we blast 150 Puttin on them masks Going hard for the stash 150 the Bag All of my soldiers 150, 150 G All of my soldiers 150, 150 G 150 the Bag 150 the Bag
Verse 3: Bust like Calico staying in the zone Blowing out the smoke Load the hollow holes All I really know staying on my toes looking out for folks Moving out the house plus we were poor So we had no choice This is for my boys never had a voice Now we moving up Now we counting dough Pull out a rack and these girls get excited !
Hittin these switches & Flipping them benches, pullin these back & messing with women tipping the girls, bagging better sipping amaretto With the heat coming from the kitchen
Drinking on liquor my soul get replenish, Chilling on people just like I'm a blizzard Bustin things like I'm on a engine Flow without a blemish now my dough is the lettuce //
most of my boys they come from the ghetto, settle our differences with heavy metal Never show repentance till we getting sentenced bussing opposition until we don’t see em //
Saying hi to these girls for wearing stilettos, Hailing it from the back like its vendetta Yeah I'm so surreal it doesn’t matter all how you feel All that we peddle is straight for the Devil
OUTRO: Pray for my enemies I’m a lay em down, in the ground Around cemeteries When I pull the pound Hold it down for them centuries Brother if you feel me Say 100, say it 150 150, 150 The bag 150 the Bag Pray for my enemies I’m a lay em down, in the ground Around cemeteries When I pull the pound Hold it down for all them centuries Brother if you feel me Say 100, say it 150 150, 150 The bag 150 the Bag
