Blame It On The Bag

A Bm If you wonderin' why I changed up A E Tell ‘em the money is why I changed up A E I'm gettin' high, smokin' with angels Gbm E You know I can't hate, that's what a lame does A Bm Bring it back, stackin' this money, but I still can't forget the past A E Stack it up and save it 'cause this rap shit never lasts D Dbm Bm Never spittin' no lies ‘cause you know this shit is facts Gbm E Motherfuckers is mad ‘cause they never scratched my back A Bm I did it on my own and I don't owe you nothin' now A E Had to go and get it and make momma proud A Bm All of my bitches and exes are so mad A E ‘Cause they know that I finally just got the bag A Bm You know you can blame it on the fuckin' cash A E Told you when I get it I'ma fuckin' spaz D Dbm Bm A You can blame it on the bag E A If she badmouth me, you know that thot broke Bm A I got so much money, I might go cop a Picasso E A Oh my God, this Stone Island got me drippin' Bm A Now all of my hatin' cousins wanna come and visit E A At the airport, paparazzi snappin' all these pictures Bm Still can remember on the last day A E D Dbm That I was feelin' kinda sad Bm A Oh my God, all this cash E A Every time I see these bitches, they all look mad Bm Tellin' me I'm different but you know I know that A E Chuck the deuce and tell ‘em they can just A Bm A Blame it, blame it, blame it on the bag E A You know that I always wanted all of that Bm A Told you when I get it, I ain't comin' back E A Every time I see these haters, always mad D Dbm Bm A E You can blame it on the bag A Bm F**k that, bring it back, don't you ever forget just where I started A E I heard your favorite rapper album and that shit is garbage A Bm Out of everyone on that list, you know that I'm the hardest D Dbm Bm Took my momma out of debt, you know I'm on it A Bm Stuntin' hard, stuntin' hard with the swag A E Want it all, ‘bout to blow a hunnid racks D Dbm Bm I want more, tell 'em gimme all of that A E All of this cash be the reason why I sag A Bm Put this shit on my mama and dad A E I only do this for my mom and dad, put God above all my cash A Bm A In a Bentley as I hit the gas, I used to be a supa, baggin' trash E And now these haters can A Bm Blame it on the bag A E Blame it on the bag D Dbm Bm |A E Blame it on the bag |A Bm |A E |A Bm |A E |D Dbm