[{"id":28968337,"name":"Bagg Up","trackName":"Bagg Up","artistName":"Chingy","albumName":"Chingy","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Chingy)\nBagg up\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce (uh) bounce (uh)\nStraight playa, baby\nTwo rides outside with that OG ride\nI'm high but it's all gravy\nSnake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\nI'll shoot if you try to play me\nGet clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\nIn a world that's so shady\nPeep this streetness, never had a weakness\nPeep this, I do this daily\nFollow my whole set, bottles of moet\nBet until they lay me\nSix feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\nGot hits but they try to spray me\nIf I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\nYou can roll with me, yeah maybe\nHey the streets is mine like mixtapes\nWhen an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nE'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\nTouch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\nLadies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\nJackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\nYou can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\nCold with the flow, dro when it goes\nSick, baby said she never drove a stick\nUntil she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\nIt's goin down round these parts\nNobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\nIs it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\nIts way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nHow many MC's must get dissed\nFor hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\nDon't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\nI'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\nSwim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\nSorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\nDon't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\nIt'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\nI'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\nSix o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bagg Up\n artist: Chingy\n album: Chingy\n duration_ms: 202000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Chingy)\n Bagg up\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce (uh) bounce (uh)\n Straight playa, baby\n Two rides outside with that OG ride\n I'm high but it's all gravy\n Snake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\n I'll shoot if you try to play me\n Get clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\n In a world that's so shady\n Peep this streetness, never had a weakness\n Peep this, I do this daily\n Follow my whole set, bottles of moet\n Bet until they lay me\n Six feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\n Got hits but they try to spray me\n If I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\n You can roll with me, yeah maybe\n Hey the streets is mine like mixtapes\n When an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n E'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\n Touch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\n Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\n Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\n You can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\n Cold with the flow, dro when it goes\n Sick, baby said she never drove a stick\n Until she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\n It's goin down round these parts\n Nobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\n Is it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\n Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n How many MC's must get dissed\n For hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\n Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\n I'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\n Swim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\n Sorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\n Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\n It'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\n I'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\n Six o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n"},{"id":3723133,"name":"Bagg Up","trackName":"Bagg Up","artistName":"Chingy","albumName":"Jackpot","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Chingy)\nBagg up\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce (uh) bounce (uh)\nStraight playa, baby\nTwo rides outside with that OG ride\nI'm high but it's all gravy\nSnake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\nI'll shoot if you try to play me\nGet clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\nIn a world that's so shady\nPeep this streetness, never had a weakness\nPeep this, I do this daily\nFollow my whole set, bottles of moet\nBet until they lay me\nSix feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\nGot hits but they try to spray me\nIf I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\nYou can roll with me, yeah maybe\nHey the streets is mine like mixtapes\nWhen an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nE'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\nTouch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\nLadies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\nJackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\nYou can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\nCold with the flow, dro when it goes\nSick, baby said she never drove a stick\nUntil she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\nIt's goin down round these parts\nNobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\nIs it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\nIts way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nHow many MC's must get dissed\nFor hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\nDon't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\nI'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\nSwim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\nSorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\nDon't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\nIt'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\nI'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\nSix o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bagg Up\n artist: Chingy\n album: Jackpot\n duration_ms: 202000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Chingy)\n Bagg up\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce (uh) bounce (uh)\n Straight playa, baby\n Two rides outside with that OG ride\n I'm high but it's all gravy\n Snake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\n I'll shoot if you try to play me\n Get clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\n In a world that's so shady\n Peep this streetness, never had a weakness\n Peep this, I do this daily\n Follow my whole set, bottles of moet\n Bet until they lay me\n Six feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\n Got hits but they try to spray me\n If I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\n You can roll with me, yeah maybe\n Hey the streets is mine like mixtapes\n When an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n E'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\n Touch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\n Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\n Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\n You can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\n Cold with the flow, dro when it goes\n Sick, baby said she never drove a stick\n Until she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\n It's goin down round these parts\n Nobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\n Is it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\n Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n How many MC's must get dissed\n For hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\n Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\n I'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\n Swim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\n Sorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\n Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\n It'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\n I'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\n Six o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n"},{"id":29663055,"name":"Bagg Up","trackName":"Bagg Up","artistName":"Chingy","albumName":"One call away (Single)","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Chingy)\nBagg up\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce (uh) bounce (uh)\nStraight playa, baby\nTwo rides outside with that OG ride\nI'm high but it's all gravy\nSnake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\nI'll shoot if you try to play me\nGet clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\nIn a world that's so shady\nPeep this streetness, never had a weakness\nPeep this, I do this daily\nFollow my whole set, bottles of moet\nBet until they lay me\nSix feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\nGot hits but they try to spray me\nIf I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\nYou can roll with me, yeah maybe\nHey the streets is mine like mixtapes\nWhen an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nE'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\nTouch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\nLadies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\nJackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\nYou can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\nCold with the flow, dro when it goes\nSick, baby said she never drove a stick\nUntil she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\nIt's goin down round these parts\nNobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\nIs it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\nIts way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nHow many MC's must get dissed\nFor hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\nDon't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\nI'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\nSwim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\nSorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\nDon't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\nIt'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\nI'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\nSix o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bagg Up\n artist: Chingy\n album: One call away (Single)\n duration_ms: 234000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Chingy)\n Bagg up\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce (uh) bounce (uh)\n Straight playa, baby\n Two rides outside with that OG ride\n I'm high but it's all gravy\n Snake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\n I'll shoot if you try to play me\n Get clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\n In a world that's so shady\n Peep this streetness, never had a weakness\n Peep this, I do this daily\n Follow my whole set, bottles of moet\n Bet until they lay me\n Six feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\n Got hits but they try to spray me\n If I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\n You can roll with me, yeah maybe\n Hey the streets is mine like mixtapes\n When an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n E'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\n Touch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\n Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\n Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\n You can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\n Cold with the flow, dro when it goes\n Sick, baby said she never drove a stick\n Until she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\n It's goin down round these parts\n Nobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\n Is it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\n Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n How many MC's must get dissed\n For hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\n Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\n I'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\n Swim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\n Sorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\n Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\n It'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\n I'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\n Six o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n"},{"id":20095938,"name":"BAGG UP","trackName":"BAGG UP","artistName":"CHINGY","albumName":"DISTURBING THA PEACE PRESENTS","duration":201.9606272,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Chingy)\nBagg up\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce (uh) bounce (uh)\nStraight playa, baby\nTwo rides outside with that OG ride\nI'm high but it's all gravy\nSnake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\nI'll shoot if you try to play me\nGet clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\nIn a world that's so shady\nPeep this streetness, never had a weakness\nPeep this, I do this daily\nFollow my whole set, bottles of moet\nBet until they lay me\nSix feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\nGot hits but they try to spray me\nIf I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\nYou can roll with me, yeah maybe\nHey the streets is mine like mixtapes\nWhen an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nE'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\nTouch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\nLadies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\nJackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\nYou can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\nCold with the flow, dro when it goes\nSick, baby said she never drove a stick\nUntil she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\nIt's goin down round these parts\nNobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\nIs it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\nIts way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nHow many MC's must get dissed\nFor hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\nDon't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\nI'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\nSwim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\nSorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\nDon't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\nIt'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\nI'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\nSix o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: BAGG UP\n artist: CHINGY\n album: DISTURBING THA PEACE PRESENTS\n duration_ms: 201961\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Chingy)\n Bagg up\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce (uh) bounce (uh)\n Straight playa, baby\n Two rides outside with that OG ride\n I'm high but it's all gravy\n Snake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\n I'll shoot if you try to play me\n Get clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\n In a world that's so shady\n Peep this streetness, never had a weakness\n Peep this, I do this daily\n Follow my whole set, bottles of moet\n Bet until they lay me\n Six feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\n Got hits but they try to spray me\n If I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\n You can roll with me, yeah maybe\n Hey the streets is mine like mixtapes\n When an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n E'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\n Touch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\n Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\n Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\n You can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\n Cold with the flow, dro when it goes\n Sick, baby said she never drove a stick\n Until she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\n It's goin down round these parts\n Nobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\n Is it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\n Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n How many MC's must get dissed\n For hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\n Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\n I'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\n Swim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\n Sorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\n Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\n It'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\n I'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\n Six o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n"},{"id":18658140,"name":"Bagg Up","trackName":"Bagg Up","artistName":"Chingy","albumName":"Jackpot (Cha-Ching)","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Chingy)\nBagg up\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce (uh) bounce (uh)\nStraight playa, baby\nTwo rides outside with that OG ride\nI'm high but it's all gravy\nSnake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\nI'll shoot if you try to play me\nGet clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\nIn a world that's so shady\nPeep this streetness, never had a weakness\nPeep this, I do this daily\nFollow my whole set, bottles of moet\nBet until they lay me\nSix feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\nGot hits but they try to spray me\nIf I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\nYou can roll with me, yeah maybe\nHey the streets is mine like mixtapes\nWhen an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n(hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nE'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\nTouch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\nLadies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\nJackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\nYou can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\nCold with the flow, dro when it goes\nSick, baby said she never drove a stick\nUntil she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\nIt's goin down round these parts\nNobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\nIs it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\nIts way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nHow many MC's must get dissed\nFor hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\nDon't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\nI'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\nSwim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\nSorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\nDon't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\nIt'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\nI'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\nSix o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bagg Up\n artist: Chingy\n album: Jackpot (Cha-Ching)\n duration_ms: 202000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Chingy)\n Bagg up\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce (uh) bounce (uh)\n Straight playa, baby\n Two rides outside with that OG ride\n I'm high but it's all gravy\n Snake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\n I'll shoot if you try to play me\n Get clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\n In a world that's so shady\n Peep this streetness, never had a weakness\n Peep this, I do this daily\n Follow my whole set, bottles of moet\n Bet until they lay me\n Six feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\n Got hits but they try to spray me\n If I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\n You can roll with me, yeah maybe\n Hey the streets is mine like mixtapes\n When an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n (hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n E'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\n Touch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\n Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\n Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\n You can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\n Cold with the flow, dro when it goes\n Sick, baby said she never drove a stick\n Until she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\n It's goin down round these parts\n Nobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\n Is it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\n Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n How many MC's must get dissed\n For hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\n Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\n I'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\n Swim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\n Sorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\n Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\n It'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\n I'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\n Six o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n"},{"id":11583875,"name":"Bagg Up","trackName":"Bagg Up","artistName":"Chingy","albumName":"One Call Away","duration":203.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Chingy)\nBagg up\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce (uh) bounce (uh)\nStraight playa, baby\nTwo rides outside with that OG ride\nI'm high but it's all gravy\nSnake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\nI'll shoot if you try to play me\nGet clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\nIn a world that's so shady\nPeep this streetness, never had a weakness\nPeep this, I do this daily\nFollow my whole set, bottles of moet\nBet until they lay me\nSix feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\nGot hits but they try to spray me\nIf I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\nYou can roll with me, yeah maybe\nHey the streets is mine like mixtapes\nWhen an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n(hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nE'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\nTouch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\nLadies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\nJackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\nYou can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\nCold with the flow, dro when it goes\nSick, baby said she never drove a stick\nUntil she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\nIt's goin down round these parts\nNobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\nIs it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\nIts way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nHow many MC's must get dissed\nFor hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\nDon't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\nI'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\nSwim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\nSorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\nDon't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\nIt'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\nI'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\nSix o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bagg Up\n artist: Chingy\n album: One Call Away\n duration_ms: 203000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Chingy)\n Bagg up\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce (uh) bounce (uh)\n Straight playa, baby\n Two rides outside with that OG ride\n I'm high but it's all gravy\n Snake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\n I'll shoot if you try to play me\n Get clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\n In a world that's so shady\n Peep this streetness, never had a weakness\n Peep this, I do this daily\n Follow my whole set, bottles of moet\n Bet until they lay me\n Six feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\n Got hits but they try to spray me\n If I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\n You can roll with me, yeah maybe\n Hey the streets is mine like mixtapes\n When an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n (hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n E'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\n Touch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\n Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\n Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\n You can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\n Cold with the flow, dro when it goes\n Sick, baby said she never drove a stick\n Until she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\n It's goin down round these parts\n Nobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\n Is it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\n Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n How many MC's must get dissed\n For hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\n Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\n I'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\n Swim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\n Sorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\n Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\n It'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\n I'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\n Six o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n"},{"id":34213147,"name":"Bagg Up","trackName":"Bagg Up","artistName":"Chingy","albumName":"Jackpot","duration":178.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Chingy)\nBagg up\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce (uh) bounce (uh)\nStraight playa, baby\nTwo rides outside with that OG ride\nI'm high but it's all gravy\nSnake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\nI'll shoot if you try to play me\nGet clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\nIn a world that's so shady\nPeep this streetness, never had a weakness\nPeep this, I do this daily\nFollow my whole set, bottles of moet\nBet until they lay me\nSix feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\nGot hits but they try to spray me\nIf I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\nYou can roll with me, yeah maybe\nHey the streets is mine like mixtapes\nWhen an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nE'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\nTouch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\nLadies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\nJackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\nYou can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\nCold with the flow, dro when it goes\nSick, baby said she never drove a stick\nUntil she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\nIt's goin down round these parts\nNobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\nIs it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\nIts way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nHow many MC's must get dissed\nFor hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\nDon't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\nI'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\nSwim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\nSorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\nDon't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\nIt'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\nI'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\nSix o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bagg Up\n artist: Chingy\n album: Jackpot\n duration_ms: 178000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Chingy)\n Bagg up\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce (uh) bounce (uh)\n Straight playa, baby\n Two rides outside with that OG ride\n I'm high but it's all gravy\n Snake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\n I'll shoot if you try to play me\n Get clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\n In a world that's so shady\n Peep this streetness, never had a weakness\n Peep this, I do this daily\n Follow my whole set, bottles of moet\n Bet until they lay me\n Six feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\n Got hits but they try to spray me\n If I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\n You can roll with me, yeah maybe\n Hey the streets is mine like mixtapes\n When an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n E'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\n Touch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\n Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\n Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\n You can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\n Cold with the flow, dro when it goes\n Sick, baby said she never drove a stick\n Until she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\n It's goin down round these parts\n Nobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\n Is it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\n Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n How many MC's must get dissed\n For hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\n Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\n I'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\n Swim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\n Sorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\n Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\n It'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\n I'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\n Six o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n"},{"id":39308964,"name":"Bagg Up","trackName":"Bagg Up","artistName":"Chingy","albumName":"Jackpot [Enhanced] [Explicit Lyrics]","duration":206.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Chingy)\nBagg up\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce (uh) bounce (uh)\nStraight playa, baby\nTwo rides outside with that OG ride\nI'm high but it's all gravy\nSnake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\nI'll shoot if you try to play me\nGet clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\nIn a world that's so shady\nPeep this streetness, never had a weakness\nPeep this, I do this daily\nFollow my whole set, bottles of moet\nBet until they lay me\nSix feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\nGot hits but they try to spray me\nIf I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\nYou can roll with me, yeah maybe\nHey the streets is mine like mixtapes\nWhen an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nE'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\nTouch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\nLadies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\nJackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\nYou can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\nCold with the flow, dro when it goes\nSick, baby said she never drove a stick\nUntil she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\nIt's goin down round these parts\nNobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\nIs it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\nIts way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nHow many MC's must get dissed\nFor hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\nDon't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\nI'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\nSwim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\nSorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\nDon't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\nIt'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\nI'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\nSix o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bagg Up\n artist: Chingy\n album: Jackpot [Enhanced] [Explicit Lyrics]\n duration_ms: 206033\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Chingy)\n Bagg up\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce (uh) bounce (uh)\n Straight playa, baby\n Two rides outside with that OG ride\n I'm high but it's all gravy\n Snake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\n I'll shoot if you try to play me\n Get clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\n In a world that's so shady\n Peep this streetness, never had a weakness\n Peep this, I do this daily\n Follow my whole set, bottles of moet\n Bet until they lay me\n Six feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\n Got hits but they try to spray me\n If I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\n You can roll with me, yeah maybe\n Hey the streets is mine like mixtapes\n When an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n E'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\n Touch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\n Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\n Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\n You can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\n Cold with the flow, dro when it goes\n Sick, baby said she never drove a stick\n Until she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\n It's goin down round these parts\n Nobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\n Is it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\n Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n How many MC's must get dissed\n For hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\n Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\n I'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\n Swim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\n Sorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\n Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\n It'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\n I'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\n Six o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n"},{"id":38182293,"name":"Bagg Up","trackName":"Bagg Up","artistName":"Chingy","albumName":"undefined","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Chingy)\nBagg up\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce (uh) bounce (uh)\nStraight playa, baby\nTwo rides outside with that OG ride\nI'm high but it's all gravy\nSnake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\nI'll shoot if you try to play me\nGet clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\nIn a world that's so shady\nPeep this streetness, never had a weakness\nPeep this, I do this daily\nFollow my whole set, bottles of moet\nBet until they lay me\nSix feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\nGot hits but they try to spray me\nIf I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\nYou can roll with me, yeah maybe\nHey the streets is mine like mixtapes\nWhen an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nE'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\nTouch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\nLadies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\nJackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\nYou can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\nCold with the flow, dro when it goes\nSick, baby said she never drove a stick\nUntil she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\nIt's goin down round these parts\nNobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\nIs it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\nIts way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nHow many MC's must get dissed\nFor hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\nDon't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\nI'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\nSwim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\nSorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\nDon't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\nIt'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\nI'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\nSix o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bagg Up\n artist: Chingy\n album: undefined\n duration_ms: 201906\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Chingy)\n Bagg up\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce (uh) bounce (uh)\n Straight playa, baby\n Two rides outside with that OG ride\n I'm high but it's all gravy\n Snake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\n I'll shoot if you try to play me\n Get clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\n In a world that's so shady\n Peep this streetness, never had a weakness\n Peep this, I do this daily\n Follow my whole set, bottles of moet\n Bet until they lay me\n Six feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\n Got hits but they try to spray me\n If I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\n You can roll with me, yeah maybe\n Hey the streets is mine like mixtapes\n When an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n E'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\n Touch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\n Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\n Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\n You can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\n Cold with the flow, dro when it goes\n Sick, baby said she never drove a stick\n Until she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\n It's goin down round these parts\n Nobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\n Is it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\n Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n How many MC's must get dissed\n For hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\n Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\n I'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\n Swim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\n Sorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\n Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\n It'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\n I'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\n Six o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n"},{"id":39719179,"name":"Bagg Up","trackName":"Bagg Up","artistName":"Chingy","albumName":"Jackpot","duration":376.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Chingy)\nBagg up\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce (uh) bounce (uh)\nStraight playa, baby\nTwo rides outside with that OG ride\nI'm high but it's all gravy\nSnake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\nI'll shoot if you try to play me\nGet clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\nIn a world that's so shady\nPeep this streetness, never had a weakness\nPeep this, I do this daily\nFollow my whole set, bottles of moet\nBet until they lay me\nSix feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\nGot hits but they try to spray me\nIf I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\nYou can roll with me, yeah maybe\nHey the streets is mine like mixtapes\nWhen an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nE'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\nTouch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\nLadies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\nJackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\nYou can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\nCold with the flow, dro when it goes\nSick, baby said she never drove a stick\nUntil she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\nIt's goin down round these parts\nNobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\nIs it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\nIts way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nHow many MC's must get dissed\nFor hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\nDon't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\nI'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\nSwim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\nSorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\nDon't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\nIt'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\nI'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\nSix o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(Hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bagg Up\n artist: Chingy\n album: Jackpot\n duration_ms: 376280\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Chingy)\n Bagg up\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce (uh) bounce (uh)\n Straight playa, baby\n Two rides outside with that OG ride\n I'm high but it's all gravy\n Snake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\n I'll shoot if you try to play me\n Get clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\n In a world that's so shady\n Peep this streetness, never had a weakness\n Peep this, I do this daily\n Follow my whole set, bottles of moet\n Bet until they lay me\n Six feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\n Got hits but they try to spray me\n If I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\n You can roll with me, yeah maybe\n Hey the streets is mine like mixtapes\n When an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n E'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\n Touch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\n Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\n Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\n You can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\n Cold with the flow, dro when it goes\n Sick, baby said she never drove a stick\n Until she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\n It's goin down round these parts\n Nobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\n Is it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\n Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n How many MC's must get dissed\n For hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\n Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\n I'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\n Swim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\n Sorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\n Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\n It'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\n I'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\n Six o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (Hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n"},{"id":30248449,"name":"Bagg Up (Explicit)","trackName":"Bagg Up (Explicit)","artistName":"Chingy","albumName":"Jackpot","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Chingy)\nBagg up\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce (uh) bounce (uh)\nStraight playa, baby\nTwo rides outside with that OG ride\nI'm high but it's all gravy\nSnake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\nI'll shoot if you try to play me\nGet clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\nIn a world that's so shady\nPeep this streetness, never had a weakness\nPeep this, I do this daily\nFollow my whole set, bottles of moet\nBet until they lay me\nSix feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\nGot hits but they try to spray me\nIf I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\nYou can roll with me, yeah maybe\nHey the streets is mine like mixtapes\nWhen an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n(hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nE'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\nTouch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\nLadies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\nJackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\nYou can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\nCold with the flow, dro when it goes\nSick, baby said she never drove a stick\nUntil she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\nIt's goin down round these parts\nNobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\nIs it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\nIts way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nHow many MC's must get dissed\nFor hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\nDon't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\nI'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\nSwim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\nSorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\nDon't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\nIt'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\nI'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\nSix o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bagg Up (Explicit)\n artist: Chingy\n album: Jackpot\n duration_ms: 202000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Chingy)\n Bagg up\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce (uh) bounce (uh)\n Straight playa, baby\n Two rides outside with that OG ride\n I'm high but it's all gravy\n Snake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\n I'll shoot if you try to play me\n Get clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\n In a world that's so shady\n Peep this streetness, never had a weakness\n Peep this, I do this daily\n Follow my whole set, bottles of moet\n Bet until they lay me\n Six feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\n Got hits but they try to spray me\n If I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\n You can roll with me, yeah maybe\n Hey the streets is mine like mixtapes\n When an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n (hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n E'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\n Touch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\n Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\n Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\n You can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\n Cold with the flow, dro when it goes\n Sick, baby said she never drove a stick\n Until she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\n It's goin down round these parts\n Nobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\n Is it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\n Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n How many MC's must get dissed\n For hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\n Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\n I'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\n Swim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\n Sorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\n Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\n It'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\n I'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\n Six o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n"},{"id":16899865,"name":"16 - Bagg Up","trackName":"16 - Bagg Up","artistName":"Chingy","albumName":"Jackpot","duration":201.960625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Chingy)\nBagg up\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce (uh) bounce (uh)\nStraight playa, baby\nTwo rides outside with that OG ride\nI'm high but it's all gravy\nSnake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\nI'll shoot if you try to play me\nGet clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\nIn a world that's so shady\nPeep this streetness, never had a weakness\nPeep this, I do this daily\nFollow my whole set, bottles of moet\nBet until they lay me\nSix feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\nGot hits but they try to spray me\nIf I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\nYou can roll with me, yeah maybe\nHey the streets is mine like mixtapes\nWhen an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n(hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nE'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\nTouch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\nLadies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\nJackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\nYou can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\nCold with the flow, dro when it goes\nSick, baby said she never drove a stick\nUntil she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\nIt's goin down round these parts\nNobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\nIs it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\nIts way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nHow many MC's must get dissed\nFor hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\nDon't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\nI'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\nSwim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\nSorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\nDon't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\nIt'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\nI'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\nSix o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 16 - Bagg Up\n artist: Chingy\n album: Jackpot\n duration_ms: 201961\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Chingy)\n Bagg up\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce (uh) bounce (uh)\n Straight playa, baby\n Two rides outside with that OG ride\n I'm high but it's all gravy\n Snake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\n I'll shoot if you try to play me\n Get clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\n In a world that's so shady\n Peep this streetness, never had a weakness\n Peep this, I do this daily\n Follow my whole set, bottles of moet\n Bet until they lay me\n Six feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\n Got hits but they try to spray me\n If I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\n You can roll with me, yeah maybe\n Hey the streets is mine like mixtapes\n When an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n (hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n E'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\n Touch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\n Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\n Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\n You can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\n Cold with the flow, dro when it goes\n Sick, baby said she never drove a stick\n Until she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\n It's goin down round these parts\n Nobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\n Is it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\n Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n How many MC's must get dissed\n For hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\n Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\n I'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\n Swim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\n Sorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\n Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\n It'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\n I'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\n Six o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n"},{"id":22369300,"name":"Bagg Up-quick","trackName":"Bagg Up-quick","artistName":"Chingy","albumName":"Jackpot","duration":201.960625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Chingy)\nBagg up\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\nBounce (uh) bounce (uh)\nStraight playa, baby\nTwo rides outside with that OG ride\nI'm high but it's all gravy\nSnake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\nI'll shoot if you try to play me\nGet clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\nIn a world that's so shady\nPeep this streetness, never had a weakness\nPeep this, I do this daily\nFollow my whole set, bottles of moet\nBet until they lay me\nSix feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\nGot hits but they try to spray me\nIf I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\nYou can roll with me, yeah maybe\nHey the streets is mine like mixtapes\nWhen an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n(hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nE'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\nTouch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\nLadies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\nJackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\nYou can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\nCold with the flow, dro when it goes\nSick, baby said she never drove a stick\nUntil she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\nIt's goin down round these parts\nNobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\nIs it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\nIts way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up\n\n(Chingy)\nHow many MC's must get dissed\nFor hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\nDon't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\nI'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\nSwim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\nSorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\nDon't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\nIt'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\nI'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\nSix o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\nJust Chingy baby\n\n(hook)\nGimme some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce, then\nMy pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\nHuh? Go on then\nSee that Coup with that maroon rag up?\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo your money hungry chicks that always nag us\nBagg up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bagg Up-quick\n artist: Chingy\n album: Jackpot\n duration_ms: 201961\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Chingy)\n Bagg up\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)\n Bounce (uh) bounce (uh)\n Straight playa, baby\n Two rides outside with that OG ride\n I'm high but it's all gravy\n Snake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot\n I'll shoot if you try to play me\n Get clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about\n In a world that's so shady\n Peep this streetness, never had a weakness\n Peep this, I do this daily\n Follow my whole set, bottles of moet\n Bet until they lay me\n Six feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work\n Got hits but they try to spray me\n If I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps\n You can roll with me, yeah maybe\n Hey the streets is mine like mixtapes\n When an MC grind don't play crazy\n\n (hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n E'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll\n Touch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed\n Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\n Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe\n You can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\n Cold with the flow, dro when it goes\n Sick, baby said she never drove a stick\n Until she was ontop of me, backseat of the six\n It's goin down round these parts\n Nobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start\n Is it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about\n Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n\n (Chingy)\n How many MC's must get dissed\n For hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick\n Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\n I'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (?)\n Swim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\n Sorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks\n Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss\n It'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\n I'm a bully like Cliff (?) I sank yo ship\n Six o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip\n Just Chingy baby\n\n (hook)\n Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce, then\n My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?\n Huh? Go on then\n See that Coup with that maroon rag up?\n What? Huh? Then\n To your money hungry chicks that always nag us\n Bagg up\n"},{"id":27685751,"name":"One Call Away (instrumental)","trackName":"One Call Away (instrumental)","artistName":"Chingy","albumName":"One Call Away / Bagg Up","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah, huh\nDTP, how we do\nCall you, you can call me\nWhatever you want to do baby, ah\nCome on, uh\n\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my baby)\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my lady)\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my baby)\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my lady)\n\nIt was weird how we met, huh\nShe was with her mom at Bank of America\nWith my son cashing a check, so I asked out of respect, uh\nWould she like to explore the world of I, we can fly in my jet\nHer reply was yes (can I ask you something?)\nI seen it in her eye, Mama looking like all I wanted was sex\nThen moved to the next (that ain't true)\nBut it was something about his girls style that make me feel no regrets\n\nWe started off casual walks threw the park\nCandlelight dinners by dark, I'm thinking smart\nAfraid she might think I'm in a rush to touch, clutch and be up\nBut baby, I ain't on that stuff\nDropped her off and told her call me up\nWe could talk, conversate about the lyric subject whatever starts\nSo I zoomed off\nLooking bottom off my phone rang\nIt was her in the shower (what did she say?)\nShe said, \"I couldn't do without you\", then I say\n\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my baby)\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my lady)\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my baby)\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my lady) (yo, yo, yo)\n\nThe next day I'm with the fellas at the case playin' ball\nHere she come with her friends they posted up on the wall\nNow I'm showin' off, tryin' to dunk, tryin' to dribble\nBreak fast threw the middle just to see her smile and giggle\nGame over I approached her with a kiss on the cheek\nThe homeboys looking at me saying Lil Howard you weak\n\nBut you know how that go, what I got they want\nWhat I got I flaunt, never mess with it please don't\nTold her I'm goin' home she asked can she go too\nI'm like, yeah, boo, I can't see me without you\nGot thurr I took a shower, jumped out she in the bed\nWith a see-through thong on looked at her and I said\n\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my baby)\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me) (if you wanna roll)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my lady)\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my baby) (baby, baby)\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my lady)\n\nGirl, recognize game before game recognize you\nYou dealin' with a playa, true, now what you wanna do\nWe can kick it and go puff on a blunt\nOh, you don't smoke? Grab a pint of Henn' and we can get drunk\nIt's up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know\n'Cause if you got a attitude then I could treat you just like a ho\n\nIf ya rollin' with me baby hop in it's enough room\nWe can gaze at the stars and shine like the moon\nGive me a chance to show ya and a chance to know ya\nJust be true and there's nothing I won't do for ya\nSome women like to play it foul\nBut them the kind I put in a place like a child\nDon't worry be happy and smile\n\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me) (I wanna take you out)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my baby) (I wanna do everything with you, baby)\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me) (if you wan' roll with me)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my lady)\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my baby) (so, tell me what you would do)\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me) (girl, I wanna f- with you)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my lady) (and you know, baby, yeah)\n\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my baby) (if you wanna do, baby)\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my lady) (if can if you could)\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\n(You can do anything you want, baby)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my baby) (you can do anything you want)\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me) (oh-oh, oh-oh)\nI'm only one call away (and you was my lady)\n\nDTP, ha\nHow we do\nHa, give me call if you wanna ball\nYou know what it is","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: One Call Away (instrumental)\n artist: Chingy\n album: One Call Away / Bagg Up\n duration_ms: 280000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, yeah, huh\n DTP, how we do\n Call you, you can call me\n Whatever you want to do baby, ah\n Come on, uh\n\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my baby)\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my lady)\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my baby)\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my lady)\n\n It was weird how we met, huh\n She was with her mom at Bank of America\n With my son cashing a check, so I asked out of respect, uh\n Would she like to explore the world of I, we can fly in my jet\n Her reply was yes (can I ask you something?)\n I seen it in her eye, Mama looking like all I wanted was sex\n Then moved to the next (that ain't true)\n But it was something about his girls style that make me feel no regrets\n\n We started off casual walks threw the park\n Candlelight dinners by dark, I'm thinking smart\n Afraid she might think I'm in a rush to touch, clutch and be up\n But baby, I ain't on that stuff\n Dropped her off and told her call me up\n We could talk, conversate about the lyric subject whatever starts\n So I zoomed off\n Looking bottom off my phone rang\n It was her in the shower (what did she say?)\n She said, \"I couldn't do without you\", then I say\n\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my baby)\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my lady)\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my baby)\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my lady) (yo, yo, yo)\n\n The next day I'm with the fellas at the case playin' ball\n Here she come with her friends they posted up on the wall\n Now I'm showin' off, tryin' to dunk, tryin' to dribble\n Break fast threw the middle just to see her smile and giggle\n Game over I approached her with a kiss on the cheek\n The homeboys looking at me saying Lil Howard you weak\n\n But you know how that go, what I got they want\n What I got I flaunt, never mess with it please don't\n Told her I'm goin' home she asked can she go too\n I'm like, yeah, boo, I can't see me without you\n Got thurr I took a shower, jumped out she in the bed\n With a see-through thong on looked at her and I said\n\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my baby)\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me) (if you wanna roll)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my lady)\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my baby) (baby, baby)\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my lady)\n\n Girl, recognize game before game recognize you\n You dealin' with a playa, true, now what you wanna do\n We can kick it and go puff on a blunt\n Oh, you don't smoke? Grab a pint of Henn' and we can get drunk\n It's up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know\n 'Cause if you got a attitude then I could treat you just like a ho\n\n If ya rollin' with me baby hop in it's enough room\n We can gaze at the stars and shine like the moon\n Give me a chance to show ya and a chance to know ya\n Just be true and there's nothing I won't do for ya\n Some women like to play it foul\n But them the kind I put in a place like a child\n Don't worry be happy and smile\n\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me) (I wanna take you out)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my baby) (I wanna do everything with you, baby)\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me) (if you wan' roll with me)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my lady)\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my baby) (so, tell me what you would do)\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me) (girl, I wanna f- with you)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my lady) (and you know, baby, yeah)\n\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my baby) (if you wanna do, baby)\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my lady) (if can if you could)\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me)\n (You can do anything you want, baby)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my baby) (you can do anything you want)\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me (you could roll with me) (oh-oh, oh-oh)\n I'm only one call away (and you was my lady)\n\n DTP, ha\n How we do\n Ha, give me call if you wanna ball\n You know what it is\n"},{"id":39392657,"name":"One Call Away","trackName":"One Call Away","artistName":"Chingy","albumName":"One Call Away / Bagg Up","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah yeah, DTP, how we do, call you, you can call me\nWhatever you want to do baby, come on\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one call away\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one call away\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one call away\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one love away\nIt was weird how we met, huh\nShe was with her mom at Bank of America\nWith my son cashing a check so I asked out of respect, uh\nWould she like to explore the world of I we can fly in my jet\nHer reply was yes (Can I ask you something?)\nI seen it in her eye, Mama looking like all I wanted was sex\nThen moved to the next (That ain't true)\nBut it was something about his girls\nStyle that make me feel no regrets\nWe started off casual walks threw the park\nCandle light dinners by dark, I'm thinking smart\nAfraid she might think I'm in a rush to touch, clutch and be up\nBut baby I ain't on that stuff Dropped her off and told her call me up\n(Ring noise)\nWe could talk, conversate about the lyric subject whatevers starts\nSo I zoomed off (car noise)\nLooking bottom off my phone rang\nIt was her in the shower (what did she say?)\nShe said I couldn't do without you Then I say\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one call away\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one call away\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one call away\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one love away\nYo yo\nThe next day I'm with the fellas at the case playin ball\nHere she come with her friends they posted up on the wall\nNow I'm showin off, tryin to dunk, tryin to dribble\nBreak fast threw the middle just to see her smile and giggle\nGame over I approached her with a kiss on the cheek\nThe homeboys looking at me saying Lil Howard you weak\nBut you know how that go, what I got they want\nWhat I got I flaunt, never mess with it please don't\nTold her I'm goin home she asked can she go too\nI'm like yeah boo, I can't see me without you\nGot thurr I took a shower, jumped out she in the bed\nWith a see-through thong on looked at her and I said\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one call away\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one call away\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one call away\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one love away\nGirl recognize game before game recognize you\nYou dealin with a playa, true, now what you wanna do\nWe can kick it and go puff on a blunt\nOh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of henn and we can get drunk\nIts up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know\nCause if you got a attitude then I could treat you just like a ho\nIf ya rollin with me baby hop in its enough room\nWe can gaze at the stars and shine like the moon\nGive me a chance to show ya and a chance to know ya\nJust be true and theres nothing I won't do for ya\nSome women like to play it foul\nBut them the kind I put in a place like a child\nDon't worry be happy and smile\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one call away\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one call away\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one call away\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one call away\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one call away\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one call away\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one call away\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one call away\nGive me a call if you wanna come roll with me\nI'm only one call away\nDTP, ha, how we do, ha, give me call\nIf you wanna ball, you know what it is","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: One Call Away\n artist: Chingy\n album: One Call Away / Bagg Up\n duration_ms: 218000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah yeah, DTP, how we do, call you, you can call me\n Whatever you want to do baby, come on\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one call away\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one call away\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one call away\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one love away\n It was weird how we met, huh\n She was with her mom at Bank of America\n With my son cashing a check so I asked out of respect, uh\n Would she like to explore the world of I we can fly in my jet\n Her reply was yes (Can I ask you something?)\n I seen it in her eye, Mama looking like all I wanted was sex\n Then moved to the next (That ain't true)\n But it was something about his girls\n Style that make me feel no regrets\n We started off casual walks threw the park\n Candle light dinners by dark, I'm thinking smart\n Afraid she might think I'm in a rush to touch, clutch and be up\n But baby I ain't on that stuff Dropped her off and told her call me up\n (Ring noise)\n We could talk, conversate about the lyric subject whatevers starts\n So I zoomed off (car noise)\n Looking bottom off my phone rang\n It was her in the shower (what did she say?)\n She said I couldn't do without you Then I say\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one call away\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one call away\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one call away\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one love away\n Yo yo\n The next day I'm with the fellas at the case playin ball\n Here she come with her friends they posted up on the wall\n Now I'm showin off, tryin to dunk, tryin to dribble\n Break fast threw the middle just to see her smile and giggle\n Game over I approached her with a kiss on the cheek\n The homeboys looking at me saying Lil Howard you weak\n But you know how that go, what I got they want\n What I got I flaunt, never mess with it please don't\n Told her I'm goin home she asked can she go too\n I'm like yeah boo, I can't see me without you\n Got thurr I took a shower, jumped out she in the bed\n With a see-through thong on looked at her and I said\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one call away\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one call away\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one call away\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one love away\n Girl recognize game before game recognize you\n You dealin with a playa, true, now what you wanna do\n We can kick it and go puff on a blunt\n Oh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of henn and we can get drunk\n Its up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know\n Cause if you got a attitude then I could treat you just like a ho\n If ya rollin with me baby hop in its enough room\n We can gaze at the stars and shine like the moon\n Give me a chance to show ya and a chance to know ya\n Just be true and theres nothing I won't do for ya\n Some women like to play it foul\n But them the kind I put in a place like a child\n Don't worry be happy and smile\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one call away\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one call away\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one call away\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one call away\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one call away\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one call away\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one call away\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one call away\n Give me a call if you wanna come roll with me\n I'm only one call away\n DTP, ha, how we do, ha, give me call\n If you wanna ball, you know what it is\n"},{"id":34283738,"name":"Bagg Up (Edited version)","trackName":"Bagg Up (Edited version)","artistName":"Chingy","albumName":"One Call Away","duration":203.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bounce, bounce, bounce then\nBounce, bounce, bounce then\nBounce, bounce, bounce then\nBounce, bounce\n\nStraight player baby\nTwo rides outside with that OG glide\nI'm, but it's all gravy\nSnake skins, no Timberland boots\nGet loot, I'll shoot if you try to play me\nGet clout when I'm out\nMoney what I'm all about in a world that's so shady\n\nPeep this, street mitch, never had a weakness\nSpeak this, I do this daily\n\nFollow my whole set, bottles of Moët\n\nBet, until they lay me\nSix feet under dirt, I'm the one with the work\nGot hits but they try to spray me\nIf I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap\nGive me dap, you can roll with me, yeah maybe\nAyy the streets is mine like mixtapes when an MC grind\nDon't play crazy\n\nGive me some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce then\nMy pockets on swole, is that what you mad for?\nHuh? Gone then\nSee that coupe with that maroon rag up\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo you money hungry tricks that always nag us back\n\nEverybody talkin' since they see I'm on a roll\nTouch what's mine you gon' end up gettin' mowed\nLadies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\n\nJackpot, I'm scorin' big around the globe\nYou can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\nCold with the flow, flow with a cold\nSick, baby say she never drove a stick\nUntil she was on top of me, backseat of the six\nIt's, goin' down 'round these parts\nNobody liked me 'til I got the deal so don't start\n\nIs it different? Is it dope? I don't know\nWhat you yappin' 'bout?\nIt's way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin' about\nJust ching it baby\n\nGive me some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce then\nMy pockets on swole, is that what you mad for?\nHuh? Gone then\nSee that coupe with that maroon rag up\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo you money hungry tricks that always nag us back\n\nHow many MCs must get dissed\nFor hatin' on the MVP new draft pick?\n\nDon't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\nI'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girl seein' glitz\nSwim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\nSorta like Starks shootin' threes for the Knicks\nDon't get me pissed, you'll take a big risk\n\nIt'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\nI'm a bully like Cliff, I sank your ship\nSix'll pop from the clip if you pop off the lip\nIt's, ching it baby\n\nGive me some room when I pull that Jag up\nBounce, bounce then\nMy pockets on swole, is that what you mad for?\nHuh? Gone then\nSee that coupe with that maroon rag up\nWhat? Huh? Then\nTo you money hungry tricks that always nag us back up","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Bagg Up (Edited version)\n artist: Chingy\n album: One Call Away\n duration_ms: 203000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then\n Bounce, bounce, bounce then\n Bounce, bounce\n\n Straight player baby\n Two rides outside with that OG glide\n I'm, but it's all gravy\n Snake skins, no Timberland boots\n Get loot, I'll shoot if you try to play me\n Get clout when I'm out\n Money what I'm all about in a world that's so shady\n\n Peep this, street mitch, never had a weakness\n Speak this, I do this daily\n\n Follow my whole set, bottles of Moët\n\n Bet, until they lay me\n Six feet under dirt, I'm the one with the work\n Got hits but they try to spray me\n If I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap\n Give me dap, you can roll with me, yeah maybe\n Ayy the streets is mine like mixtapes when an MC grind\n Don't play crazy\n\n Give me some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce then\n My pockets on swole, is that what you mad for?\n Huh? Gone then\n See that coupe with that maroon rag up\n What? Huh? Then\n To you money hungry tricks that always nag us back\n\n Everybody talkin' since they see I'm on a roll\n Touch what's mine you gon' end up gettin' mowed\n Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold\n\n Jackpot, I'm scorin' big around the globe\n You can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold\n Cold with the flow, flow with a cold\n Sick, baby say she never drove a stick\n Until she was on top of me, backseat of the six\n It's, goin' down 'round these parts\n Nobody liked me 'til I got the deal so don't start\n\n Is it different? Is it dope? I don't know\n What you yappin' 'bout?\n It's way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin' about\n Just ching it baby\n\n Give me some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce then\n My pockets on swole, is that what you mad for?\n Huh? Gone then\n See that coupe with that maroon rag up\n What? Huh? Then\n To you money hungry tricks that always nag us back\n\n How many MCs must get dissed\n For hatin' on the MVP new draft pick?\n\n Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?\n I'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girl seein' glitz\n Swim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss\n Sorta like Starks shootin' threes for the Knicks\n Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big risk\n\n It'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff\n I'm a bully like Cliff, I sank your ship\n Six'll pop from the clip if you pop off the lip\n It's, ching it baby\n\n Give me some room when I pull that Jag up\n Bounce, bounce then\n My pockets on swole, is that what you mad for?\n Huh? Gone then\n See that coupe with that maroon rag up\n What? Huh? Then\n To you money hungry tricks that always nag us back up\n"}]