[{"id":9657176,"name":"Brown Bag","trackName":"Brown Bag","artistName":"Yo Gotti","albumName":"I Still Am","duration":168.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Zaytoven\n\nBaking soda on the counter, J's at the door\nI got bales in the attic, money in the floor\nBrown bag, back and forth like a grocery store\nPlastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope\nBaking soda on the counter, J's at the door\nI got bales in the attic, money in the floor\nBrown bag, back and forth like a grocery store\nPlastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope\n\nYuh, ain't no credit when you shop with me\nYou want some credit, leave your car with me\nI tell my bitch she gon' go far with me (gon' go far with me, baby)\nBut she may have to take a charge for me (take a charge for me, baby)\nBaking soda in the 'fridgerator\nI got money, that shit come with haters\nSo what you want? What you need?\nI got pounds, I got keys\nI got Goyard, that's a bag\nGo hard for the bag\nI got no heart, I'm heartless\nFor the bag, I'm retarded\nBirkin' bag with the crocodile\nYeah, my bitch been around\nI gave my bitch a real bag\nI got faith she gon' hold it down\n\nBaking soda on the counter, J's at the door\nI got bales in the attic, money in the floor\nBrown bag, back and forth like a grocery store\nPlastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope (bags)\nBaking soda on the counter, J's at the door (bags)\nI got bales in the attic, money in the floor (bags)\nBrown bag, back and forth like a grocery store (bags)\nPlastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope\n\nYuh, why the trap smell like onions?\nWhat's that loud odor? (Ey, what's that?)\nI've been sackin' brown bags like I work at Kroger\nNot concerned with no payment nigga, what the total?\nI jumped out my Bentley coupe into a Toyota\nSeatbelt, rental car, I'm trafficking\nIt's blood on my diamonds, bitch I'm African\nQuit puttin' your bag on that 'Gram, boy this real life\nYou'll have them feds and them robbers at you, real life\nI put my money in the ground and molded (god damn)\nPut my trust in a nigga and he folded (god damn)\nCan't believe that nigga took the stand and told (god damn)\nFuck your bitch in the trap, the dick she rode it\n\nBaking soda on the counter, J's at the door\nI got bales in the attic, money in the floor\nBrown bag, back and forth like a grocery store\nPlastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope (bags)\nBaking soda on the counter, J's at the door (bags)\nI got bales in the attic, money in the floor (bags)\nBrown bag, back and forth like a grocery store (bags)\nPlastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope, yuh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Brown Bag\n  artist: Yo Gotti\n  album: I Still Am\n  duration_ms: 168000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Zaytoven\n\n  Baking soda on the counter, J's at the door\n  I got bales in the attic, money in the floor\n  Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store\n  Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope\n  Baking soda on the counter, J's at the door\n  I got bales in the attic, money in the floor\n  Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store\n  Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope\n\n  Yuh, ain't no credit when you shop with me\n  You want some credit, leave your car with me\n  I tell my bitch she gon' go far with me (gon' go far with me, baby)\n  But she may have to take a charge for me (take a charge for me, baby)\n  Baking soda in the 'fridgerator\n  I got money, that shit come with haters\n  So what you want? What you need?\n  I got pounds, I got keys\n  I got Goyard, that's a bag\n  Go hard for the bag\n  I got no heart, I'm heartless\n  For the bag, I'm retarded\n  Birkin' bag with the crocodile\n  Yeah, my bitch been around\n  I gave my bitch a real bag\n  I got faith she gon' hold it down\n\n  Baking soda on the counter, J's at the door\n  I got bales in the attic, money in the floor\n  Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store\n  Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope (bags)\n  Baking soda on the counter, J's at the door (bags)\n  I got bales in the attic, money in the floor (bags)\n  Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store (bags)\n  Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope\n\n  Yuh, why the trap smell like onions?\n  What's that loud odor? (Ey, what's that?)\n  I've been sackin' brown bags like I work at Kroger\n  Not concerned with no payment nigga, what the total?\n  I jumped out my Bentley coupe into a Toyota\n  Seatbelt, rental car, I'm trafficking\n  It's blood on my diamonds, bitch I'm African\n  Quit puttin' your bag on that 'Gram, boy this real life\n  You'll have them feds and them robbers at you, real life\n  I put my money in the ground and molded (god damn)\n  Put my trust in a nigga and he folded (god damn)\n  Can't believe that nigga took the stand and told (god damn)\n  Fuck your bitch in the trap, the dick she rode it\n\n  Baking soda on the counter, J's at the door\n  I got bales in the attic, money in the floor\n  Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store\n  Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope (bags)\n  Baking soda on the counter, J's at the door (bags)\n  I got bales in the attic, money in the floor (bags)\n  Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store (bags)\n  Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope, yuh\n"}]