Skinnyfromthe9 - Hand In My Bag Lyrics

I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
Hold up (Skrrt), spinning (Skrrt)
Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
Real niggas in the building
Winning, winning, winning, winning
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
Hold up (Skrrt), spinning (Skrrt)
Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
Real niggas in the building
Winning, winning, winning, winning

I put my hand in my bag, I know these niggas is mad
My bitch is looking too bad, we just keep popping these tags
They keep on calling my phone, last year I ain't have a home
Now I got bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches, I do what I want
Sit on the throne, I am a king, baby, I'm gone
Try to catch up with a nigga, but it's not gon' happen 'cause, baby, I wanna be 'lone
Too much drip, too much drip when I walk through
And my Rollie looking icy, I got hunnids, yeah, they blue
Now when I go to the club, these bitches they wanna fuck
This shit too easy, I swear, I'ma kill it, I'ma kill it this year
Yeah, you know the villain is here, yeah, I ain't got nothing to fear
Yeah, get the fuck out of my bag 'cause I ain't got I ain't got nothing to share

I put my hand in my bag, I put my hand on her ass
I told her give me a dance, then she pulled all on my pants
And she finessed all my bands, told her go out to the van
'Cause I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, yeah

I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
Hold up (Skrrt), spinning (Skrrt)
Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
Real niggas in the building
Winning, winning, winning, winning
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
Hold up (Skrrt), spinning (Skrrt)
Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
Real niggas in the building
Winning, winning, winning, winning

Winning, winning, winning, winning
Money stacking to the ceilings, yeah, ah
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, yeah, whoa
I just wanna see you naked
Yeah, whoa, I don't know why they been hating on me
I don't know car drive, I got too many foreigns inside
All I know is these dollar signs, I got bitches, yeah, they hit my line
I don't wanna ride and waste no time, gotta get it, gotta get it, no crime
They know it's us, Bentley truck, too many bitches, they loving up
Gotta look good for the camera, I know these niggas they mad at us
Dying hard, it's a Jersey, I know these niggas they heard me
Pull up I'm making them nervous, I got something that's gon' hurt 'em
Look at her wrist, look at her neck, look at my fit, cost me a girp
You ain't got money, so why is you hating, my nigga? Just get off my dick

I put my hand in my bag, I put my hand on her ass
I told her give me a dance, then she pulled all on my pants
And she finessed all my bands, told her go out to the van
'Cause I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go, yeah

I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
Hold up (Skrrt), spinning (Skrrt)
Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
Real niggas in the building
Winning, winning, winning, winning
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
I put my hand in my bag (Hey)
Hold up (Skrrt), spinning (Skrrt)
Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
Real niggas in the building
Winning, winning, winning, winning