Bagg Up Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

[Chingy] 

Bagg up 

Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up) 

Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up) 

Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up) 

Bounce (uh) bounce (uh) 

Straight playa, baby 

Two rides outside with that OG ride 

I'm high but it's all gravy 

Snake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot 

I'll shoot if you try to play me 

Get clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about 

In a world that's so shady 

Peep this streetness, never had a weakness 

Peep this, I do this daily 

Follow my whole set, bottles of moet 

Bet until they lay me 

Six feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work 

Got hits but they try to spray me 

If I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps 

You can roll with me, yeah maybe 

Hey the streets is mine like mixtapes 

When an MC grind don't play crazy 

[hook] 

Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up 

Bounce, bounce, then 

My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for? 

Huh? Go on then 

See that Coup with that maroon rag up? 

What? Huh? Then 

To your money hungry chicks that always nag us 

Bagg up 

[Chingy] 

E'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll 

Touch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed 

Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold 

Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe 

You can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold 

Cold with the flow, dro when it goes 

Sick, baby said she never drove a stick 

Until she was ontop of me, backseat of the six 

It's goin down round these parts 

Nobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start 

Is it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about 

Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about 

Just Chingy baby 

[hook] 

Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up 

Bounce, bounce, then 

My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for? 

Huh? Go on then 

See that Coup with that maroon rag up? 

What? Huh? Then 

To your money hungry chicks that always nag us 

Bagg up 

[Chingy] 

How many MC's must get dissed 

For hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick 

Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist? 

I'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (??) 

Swim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss 

Sorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks 

Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss 

It'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff 

I'm a bully like Cliff (??) I sank yo ship 

Six o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip 

Just Chingy baby 

[hook] 

Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up 

Bounce, bounce, then 

My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for? 

Huh? Go on then 

See that Coup with that maroon rag up? 

What? Huh? Then 

To your money hungry chicks that always nag us 

Bagg up