Bagg Runn
D.O.M nigga
Dommie Dom
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Full of that Gas
Good with the cash
My bih bad
My whips fast
No need to brag
Nigga like me; be getting that cash
Had to Run up a Bag
Had to Run up a Bag
Yeah yeah yeah
Ran my bag up like I'm hiking up a mountain
Joe Montana nigga yeah 16 ounces
Gotta get it no slouching
So many people doubt me
Nigga they don't know about me
Checks coming by the thousands
Ricc bitch like Roddy
Flow hot like Takas
Down home
And I'm home grown
So bitches all on my sausage
Smoking a batch of potent shit
That forgot I ducked off in my closet
Always tryna make a deposit
Always focused on my profit
Boss status I ain't just rapping
Bumpy Johnson type mind frame
Ion have to kick it with these
Niggas and bitches with the mind games
Apple Watch to Rolex;
Nigga tryna make the time change
Niggas acting they need closed caption
Cause they can't see what I'm saying
Tryna make a play,but I ain't playing
Nall Offensive Coordinator
Look at the plays that coordinating
U would think that I ordered haters
Due to the way that they coming in
Some of y'all can't comprehend
Band Camp its a bunch bands
Band camp I see I bunch of bands
Full of that Gas
Good with the cash
My bih bad
My whips fast
No need to brag
Nigga like me; be getting that cash
Had to Run up a Bag
Had to Run up a Bag
Yeah yeah yeah
Used to hustle at the pawn shop
Now I trap at the car lot
Serving too much my car hot
Can't even drive no mo
I'd rather ride the rouge
Ps and onions we getting em sold
I get the green for the low
The plug price doing the limbo
This shit here funky like toe jam
This an impala no broham
They say the feel me wit no hands
I guess I touch they soul
This shit here so strong
Imma call this shit Aaron Donald
I be fresh with no farigoma
Thuggin back when Derek had the Honda
Still Selling sevens for the 100
Cause I the right clientele
Learn ya lesson when u take a L
If it's good product then it's gonna sell
Eye ball it I don't need it scale
Pack coming in thru the mail
Never been the type to serve n tell
Free that nigga Alvin out the cell
Rip to his brother slim
Still thuggin with his brother skip
He ain't never gotta ask that shit
Nigga that's off rip
Got the hussle like nip
Frito-Lay I'm bout my chips
Ion understand why u niggas talking
Bih this a different drift
Full of that Gas
Good with the cash
My bih bad
My whips fast
No need to brag
Nigga like me; be getting that cash
Had to Run up a Bag
Had to Run up a Bag
Yeah yeah yeah
Dommie Dom
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Full of that Gas
Good with the cash
My bih bad
My whips fast
No need to brag
Nigga like me; be getting that cash
Had to Run up a Bag
Had to Run up a Bag
Yeah yeah yeah
Ran my bag up like I'm hiking up a mountain
Joe Montana nigga yeah 16 ounces
Gotta get it no slouching
So many people doubt me
Nigga they don't know about me
Checks coming by the thousands
Ricc bitch like Roddy
Flow hot like Takas
Down home
And I'm home grown
So bitches all on my sausage
Smoking a batch of potent shit
That forgot I ducked off in my closet
Always tryna make a deposit
Always focused on my profit
Boss status I ain't just rapping
Bumpy Johnson type mind frame
Ion have to kick it with these
Niggas and bitches with the mind games
Apple Watch to Rolex;
Nigga tryna make the time change
Niggas acting they need closed caption
Cause they can't see what I'm saying
Tryna make a play,but I ain't playing
Nall Offensive Coordinator
Look at the plays that coordinating
U would think that I ordered haters
Due to the way that they coming in
Some of y'all can't comprehend
Band Camp its a bunch bands
Band camp I see I bunch of bands
Full of that Gas
Good with the cash
My bih bad
My whips fast
No need to brag
Nigga like me; be getting that cash
Had to Run up a Bag
Had to Run up a Bag
Yeah yeah yeah
Used to hustle at the pawn shop
Now I trap at the car lot
Serving too much my car hot
Can't even drive no mo
I'd rather ride the rouge
Ps and onions we getting em sold
I get the green for the low
The plug price doing the limbo
This shit here funky like toe jam
This an impala no broham
They say the feel me wit no hands
I guess I touch they soul
This shit here so strong
Imma call this shit Aaron Donald
I be fresh with no farigoma
Thuggin back when Derek had the Honda
Still Selling sevens for the 100
Cause I the right clientele
Learn ya lesson when u take a L
If it's good product then it's gonna sell
Eye ball it I don't need it scale
Pack coming in thru the mail
Never been the type to serve n tell
Free that nigga Alvin out the cell
Rip to his brother slim
Still thuggin with his brother skip
He ain't never gotta ask that shit
Nigga that's off rip
Got the hussle like nip
Frito-Lay I'm bout my chips
Ion understand why u niggas talking
Bih this a different drift
Full of that Gas
Good with the cash
My bih bad
My whips fast
No need to brag
Nigga like me; be getting that cash
Had to Run up a Bag
Had to Run up a Bag
Yeah yeah yeah
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Writer(s): Dominique Wilson
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