Duffle Bag Boys
Ludacris featuring Playaz Circle Lyrics

The beat so hot, the flow is so ice cold
Walk into the Gucci store, honey I'm home
I am on my shit I need a Pamper on
Toilet paper on the side for example homie
I, get, money
I know you niggas ain't heard no shit like this
And while you wishing on that fallin' star
I'm in a foreign car, smoking out with the doors ajar
Suede sun roof, hanging out the big top (top)
We leave the dealership, head to the rim shop (shop)
You niggas barely dressing, I got thousands piling
That's that salad dressing, I'm on my Thousand Island
Wildin', stylin', I be
I get so much money it's my I.D., don't try me
And if I don't do nuthin' Imma fuckin' ball
And I ain't bout to start runnin', naw, nigga, naw

If I don't do nothing Imma ball
I'm countin' all day like the clock on the wall
Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy
Said go and get your money little duffle bag boy - get money
And I ain't ever ran from a nigga
And I damn sure ain't bout to pick today to start runnin'
Look honey - I said I ain't never ran from a nigga
And I damn sure ain't bout to pick today to start runnin'
Get money

Ain't nothin' to a boss we ballin' when you see us
We hear them haters callin' they too far off to see us
Unless they got they glasses on, get your bifocal game
Class is now in session now try to stay focus mayn
Your boy ain't good enough, style ain't hood enough
Would've, could've, should've, won't do with us true enough
Need a hoe break, a hoe never nuthins new to us
Turnin' hoes to housewives never been cool with us
Soon enough all these dealers is gonna catch up
Til' then fuck it I'm winning so Imma stack up
Flows like the river the current is so rapid
Hit with the ratchet that's how shit happens
Next time you're yappin', make sure it be about big money talk
Let that lil' money walk
Call me what you want but don't call me for fronts
Southside I got what you want come holla at me

If I don't do nothing Imma ball
I'm countin' all day like the clock on the wall
Said go and get your money little duffle bag boy
Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy
And baby I ain't ever ran from a nigga
And I damn sure ain't bout to pick today to start runnin'
Look honey - I said I ain't never ran from a nigga
And I damn sure ain't bout to pick today to start runnin'
Get money

And if I don't do nothing Imma ball
I'm countin' all day like the clock on the wall
Said go and get your money little duffle bag boy
Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy - get money
And baby I ain't ever ran from a nigga
And I damn sure ain't bout to pick today to start runnin'- get money
I ain't never ran from a nigga

And I damn sure ain't bout to pick today to start runnin'
Get money

The song "Duffle Bag Boys" is a collaboration between Ludacris and Playaz Circle. The song addresses the theme of getting money and the ability to have everything they want because of their wealth. In the first verse, Ludacris talks about his love for marijuana and codeine syrup until he dies. He also addresses the haters who criticize him for it, stating that they won't stop him from getting high and making money. The second verse is delivered by Playaz Circle, discussing their love for money and their refusal to run from anything. They also reference their success and their ability to purchase anything they desire.

The chorus is repeated multiple times, emphasizing the importance of getting money and not being scared of anything or anyone. The artists continually reference their love for money, the ability to buy anything they want, and their unwillingness to back down from any challenge.

Overall, the song is a celebration of wealth and success, with a primary focus on the materialistic aspects of life. The lyrics send a message to the listener that getting rich is the ultimate goal, and anyone who does not respect that is not worth their time.

(Yeah!) Weed and syrup 'Til I die
I will continue to use weed and syrup until I die.

(Okay, new Playaz Circle) As a matter of fact, it's gonna kill me, bitch! Cause you ain't! Haha (Tell 'em, shawty!) So get high (tell 'em, Weezy!) (Pow, pow) or get low
I will continue to use weed and syrup to the point of death because you won't stop me. Either join me and get high or leave me and get low.

If I don't do nothing Imma ball I'm countin' all day like the clock on the wall Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy Said go and get your money little duffle bag boy - get money I ain't ever ran from a nigga And I damn sure ain't bout to pick today to start runnin' Look honey - I ain't never ran from a nigga And I damn sure ain't bout to pick today to start runnin' Get money
I will live life to the fullest and strive for wealth. Go get your money too and don't be afraid to stand your ground and fight for what you believe in.

The beat so hot, the flow is so ice cold Walk into the Gucci store, honey I'm home I am on my shit I need a Pamper on Toilet paper on the side for example homie I, get, money I know you niggas ain't heard no shit like this And while you wishing on that fallin' star I'm in a foreign car, smoking out with the doors ajar Suede sun roof, hanging out the big top (top) We leave the dealership, head to the rim shop (shop) You niggas barely dressing, I got thousands piling That's that salad dressing, I'm on my Thousand Island Wildin', stylin', I be I get so much money it's my I.D., don't try me And if I don't do nuthin' Imma fuckin' ball And I ain't bout to start runnin', naw, nigga, naw
I'm living the high life with a hot beat and cool flow. I'm so rich that I can walk into the Gucci store and feel at home. With all this money, I can buy top-of-the-line items and live my wildest dreams. I won't let anyone stop me from living my best life and making more money.

Ain't nothin' to a boss we ballin' when you see us We hear them haters callin' they too far off to see us Unless they got they glasses on, get your bifocal game Class is now in session now try to stay focus mayn Your boy ain't good enough, style ain't hood enough Would've, could've, should've, won't do with us true enough Need a hoe break, a hoe never nuthins new to us Turnin' hoes to housewives never been cool with us Soon enough all these dealers is gonna catch up Til' then fuck it I'm winning so Imma stack up Flows like the river the current is so rapid Hit with the ratchet that's how shit happens Next time you're yappin', make sure it be about big money talk Let that lil' money walk Call me what you want but don't call me for fronts Southside I got what you want come holla at me
As a boss, I'm rolling in wealth when you see me. People who hate us are too far away to be seen but they're ignored anyways. I'm successful and I won't let anyone bring me down. Turn, women into wives is always that ideal, and dealers won't be a problem in the future for me. Keep your focus and speak about big money talk, small cash won't even matter. Don't bother me if you're not here to handle with money because I have enough to offer to all.

And if I don't do nothing Imma ball I'm countin' all day like the clock on the wall Said go and get your money little duffle bag boy Now go and get your money little duffle bag boy And baby I ain't ever ran from a nigga And I damn sure ain't bout to pick today to start runnin' Look honey - I said I ain't never ran from a nigga And I damn sure ain't bout to pick today to start runnin' Get money
I will continue to indulge in my lavish lifestyle and count my money all day. Join me and go after your own wealth. I've never backed down from a fight and won't start now, so let's keep making money and ignore any haters.

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Joshua Banks, Earl Conyers, Tauheed Epps, Dwayne Carter

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