conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called I Get the Bag with the following description: “I Get the Bag” is a promotional single from Gucci Mane’s thirteenth studio album, Mr. Davis, where he teams up with an Offset-less Migos.
  Takeoff and Quavo rap about their drug-fueled ways and Gucci brags about his wealth and his women. Gucci previously collaborated with Migos on their single, “Slippery” which shares similar flows on this song. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Gucci Mane & 
  Quavo
  ]
  Ha
  It's Gucci, it's Drop Top
  Wizop, whoo
  Yeah, ayy
   (
  Go
  )
  [Chorus: Quavo]
  You get the bag and fumble it
  I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (Yeah)
  Straight out the lot, three hundred cash (Cash)
  And the car came with a blunt in it (Yeah)
  Lil' mama a thot, and she got ass (Thot)
  And she gon' fuck up a bag (Yeah)
  Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (Yeah)
  Droppin' the dope in the stash (Yeah)
  In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (Ooh, brr, ayy)
  Drop the top when it's cold (Drop-top)
  But you feel the heat (Skrrt, yeah, ayy)
  Be real with me
  Keep it 100, just be real with me (Ayy)
  Eat it up like it's a feast (Woah, eat it up)
  They say the dope on fleek (Yep)
  [Verse 1: Takeoff]
  Percocet pill on me (Percocet)
  Ice on my neck, baby, chill with me (Ice)
  Them niggas that post in the back don't say nothin'
  Them niggas will kill for me
  Back ends I count in my sleep, on fleek
  Hundred K spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe)
  Bitch, I'm a dog, eat my treat (Hrr)
  Hop out the frog and leap (Leap)
  I put them bricks in the fender
  My bitch, she walk around like she Kris Jenner (Kris Jenner)
  I used to break in and enter
  Then Takeoff runnin' like the game of temple (Whew)
  It's simple, I play with her mental
  Mama said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (Mama)
  Count it up, 'cause I'm a money symbol
  Walkin' with the racks, I'm lookin' crippled (Money)
  Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (Tip her)
  A nickel for me to take pictures (Nickel)
  Not from L.A. but I clip her (Brr)
  Double my cup, pour a triple (Actavis)
  Fox on my body, no Vivica (Fox on my…)
  I'm not your average or typical (I'm not your…)
  Look at my wrist, and it's critical (Look at the…)
  Hold it up, droppin' the temperature (Droppin' the…)
  I get that bag on the regular (Bag)
  I got a bag on my cellular (Brr)
  Backin' up, baggin' up vegetables (Bag)
  Bag of them cookies, it's medical (Cookies)
  Cocaine, codeine, etcetera (White)
  Cocaine and lean, it's federal (White)
  I take off, landin' on Nebula
  As of now twenty M's on my schedule (Takeoff) [Chorus: Quavo & 
  Gucci Mane
  ]
  You get the bag and fumble it
  I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (Yeah)
  Straight out the lot, three hundred cash (Cash)
  And the car came with a blunt in it (Yeah)
  Lil' mama a thot, and she got ass (Thot)
  And she gon' fuck up a bag (Yeah)
  Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (Yeah)
  Droppin' the dope in the stash (Yeah)
  In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (Ooh, brr, ayy)
  Drop the top when it's cold (Drop-top)
  But you feel the heat (Skrrt, yeah, ayy)
  Be real with me
  Keep it 100, just be real with me (
  It's Gucci
  , ayy)
  Eat it up like it's a feast (
  Hah
  , woah, eat it up)
  They say the dope on fleek (Yep)
  [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
  I know that these niggas gettin' sick of me (Eww-ah)
  These chains on my neck cost a mil' a piece (Um)
  I don't even like to freestyle for free
  I put in the key and I ride the beat
  I won't even come out the house for free
  I pay a nigga to drive for me (Huh?)
  JAY-Z couldn't even co-sign for me
  I do what I want 'cause I'm signed to me (Damn)
  I get the, I get the, I get the bag
  They get the bag, have to cut it in half (Wop)
  Stop the comparin', y'all makin' me laugh
  Need the rehab, I'm addicted to cash
  Convertible Wop, convertible top
  My dope got a vertical, look at it hop
  Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, and it jump out the pot (Pot)
  Came out of jail and went straight to the top
  Take it easy, baby, middle of summer, I'm freezin', baby (Burr)
  Don't leave me, baby
  Just drop to your knees and please me, baby (Go)
  I'm fascinated, two bitches so fine that I masturbated (Ha)
  Congratulations, she brain me so good that I graduated (Wow)
  They had to hate it
  I don't fuck with them niggas, they plastic, baby (Heh)
  A trapper, baby, I rap but I own all my masters, baby
  It's tragic, baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic, baby (Ha)
  A savage, baby
  I'm killin' these niggas, closed casket, baby (Wop) [Chorus: Quavo]
  You get the bag and fumble it
  I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (Yeah)
  Straight out the lot, 300 cash (Cash)
  And the car came with a blunt in it (Yeah)
  Lil' mama a thot, and she got ass (Thot)
  And she gon' fuck up a bag (Yeah)
  Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (Yeah)
  Droppin' the dope in the stash (Yah)
  In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (Ooh, brr, ayy)
  Drop the top when it's cold (drop top)
  But you feel the heat (Skrrt, yah, ayy)
  Be real with me
  Keep it 100, just be real with me (Ayy)
  Eat it up like it's a feast (Woah, eat it up)
  They say the dope on fleek (Yep)