🎵 BIGGER BAG // by toasty digital

4 ContributorsBIGGER BAG Lyrics [Intro: Kanye West] Ayo, we made it: Thanksgivin’ So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas [Bridge: Adele Givens] What you wearin’ bitch, ok I tried to avoid them, you know You know, I go to a rack and take 8 or 9 items off the rack And go to the fitting room But they aren’t gonna motherfuckin do it no more “How do those fit?” “IG they fit perfect but my personal zip won’t, bitch” “Do you have a bigger bag I can use?” [Verse 1: Kanye West] Damn, Yeezy and Hov, where the hell you been? Niggas talking real reckless; stuntmen I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond them Now I’m 'bout to make them tuck their whole summer in They say I’m crazy, but I’m 'bout to go dumb again They ain't seen me 'cause I pulled up in my other Benz Last week I was in my other, other Benz Throw your diamonds up 'cause we in this bitch another 'gain [Verse 2: JAY-Z] Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself Uh, live from the Mercer Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya Flee in the G450, I might surface Political refugee, asylum can be purchased Uh, everything's for sale I got five passports, I'm never going to jail (Turn it up!) [Verse 3: Kanye West] I made Jesus Walks, I'm never going to hell Couture level flow is never going on sale Luxury rap, the Hermès of verses Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive I get it custom, you a customer You ain't accustomed to going through customs You ain't been nowhere, hah? And all the ladies in the house got 'em showing off I'm done, I'll hit you up maña...nah! [Verse 4: JAY-Z] Welcome to Havana Smoking Cubanos with Castro in cabanas Viva México, cubano Dominicano, all the plugs that I know Driving Benzes with no benefits Not bad, huh, for some immigrants? Build your fences, we diggin' tunnels Can’t you see we gettin' money up under you? [Verse 5: Kanye West & JAY-Z] Can’t you see the private jets flying over you? Maybach bumper sticker read: "What would Hova do?" Jay is chillin' (Uh) Ye is chillin' (Uh) What more can I say? We killin' 'em Hold up before we end this campaign As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames Lord, please let them accept the things they can't change And pray that all of their pain be champagne