Make a Bag
Megan Thee Stallion feat. Moneybagg Yo Lyrics

Ayy, yeah
An enthusiastic affirmation of the following lyrics

Bitch, I'm exquisite, no cheap shit (money)
I have a luxurious taste and only deal with high-quality things that cost money

Ahead of these bitches, I lead shit (ahh)
I am the leader among these women and take control of situations

Makin' it pop on some freak shit
I'm creating excitement and arousing curiosity with my wild and freaky behavior

You bring it to me
If you have something to offer, bring it to me

You know I'ma make a bag
I am confident that I will earn a lot of money from what you bring me

And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
I will make you dance erotically to my music and earn even more money

Make that bitch jump
I will make you so excited that you will jump and dance to my music

I'm at Pappadeuax eating seafood (seafood)
I am eating at an expensive seafood restaurant

Racks in my pocket and a big tool (big tool)
I have a lot of money and a big gun for protection

The shit that I'm rockin' got red on the bottom Ho, these ain't no cheap shoes (shoes)
The designer shoes I wear are expensive and high-quality

I really be hustlin', I really be thuggin' (I really be thuggin') I ain't one of these rap dudes (I ain't one of these rap dudes)
I am a true hustler and criminal, not just a rapper who pretends to be one

Diamonds jumpin' out the face of the Audemars Doin' the Michael Jackson kick move (damn)
My expensive watch has diamonds that sparkle and catch attention, and I dance impressively like Michael Jackson

I'ma big dog, you a shih tzu She gon' kick the nigga out 'fore I come through (ah) You ain't been through what I've been through Now I'm up, I'ma gon' ball like Caillou (like Caillou)
I am powerful like a big dog while you are small like a shih tzu, and I can take over any situation. You haven't experienced what I have, but now that I'm successful, I will celebrate like a children's show character called Caillou

Achoo, bless me, please don't test me I won't hesitate to bust the Smith and Wesson Dope boys and some killers in my section (right on, right on) You a lame, we ain't fuckin' with you peasants (no)
I sneeze and hope for a blessing while threatening anyone who tests me with my gun. I hang out with drug dealers and murderers and dislike anyone who is inferior to me.

I got big pointers sittin' inside the necklace Reach for my chain, send yo' ass to heaven Shoot first, we don't do the second guessin' (hit it now) Hit his nigga and I bet he get the message
I wear a necklace with large diamonds and will hurt anyone who tries to steal it from me. I don't hesitate to use my gun and shoot before thinking. If someone associates with me, they must understand and respect my power.

I'm in a Maserati truck (skrrt, skrrt) fishbowl nigga I know they ass seein' me but I don't see a soul nigga
I drive a fancy car and attract attention, but I ignore everyone else's existence and only focus on myself

I'm at Grand Lux eatin' a Caesar salad with my sugar daddy (yeah) Pulled up on me in a big Benz, told me to drive I told him, "Let me have it" No time to play with these niggas, huh After I break ′em, I kick 'em, huh Told him to put me some ice on my neck and my ears if he want me to listen, hey, huh
I am having a meal with a man who pays for my expenses. He owns a luxury car and gave me the keys but I took them instead. I do not have time for games and relationships with men, and I use them for their money then discard them. I asked him to buy me some jewelry to grab my attention.

He wanna swim in my lap, huh He tryna get in my snaps, huh I'm tellin' bitches I've been in my bag But now I got the wallet to match, huh He love how I fit in my clothes, huh He love how I talk, I'ma poet, hey He told me he think that he fallin' in love And I told him I'm already knowin', huh
He wants to have sex with me and be included in my social media photos, but I brag to other women about my wealth. He likes how I dress and communicate elegantly and told me he's falling in love with me, but I already knew.

I might balance a bitch on these 'enciagas I can't see the haters through these fuckin' Prada's They gon' book me 'cause I bring the pussy poppers And the niggas with money that's poppin' bottles I'ma make a bag and make it twerk I'm finna run up a bag in a skirt They checkin' him but the gun in my purse I'm killin' these hoes and I know that it hurt, ahh
I might stand on my expensive platform shoes and show off while ignoring the people who dislike me. People will book me because I can dance provocatively and attract rich men who buy expensive drinks. I am going to make a lot of money and spend it while wearing a skirt. The security is checking the man I am with, but I have a gun in my purse and can harm other women who try to compete with me.