Run the Bag
Asian masseuse stone my face like medusa
I'm breaking their ankles like flips with a scooter
I'm putting on shades just to see towards my future
I'm hot like the summertime, cold like Vancouver
Yuh, stay with extendos, clips look like a ruler
You talk all that shit, you just type on computers
Girl giving me brain, like a teacher a tutor
I'm stuck in the game like a cancerous tumor
Designer on me drip water
The tree on me tip dollars
Pop me an E, trip harder
I don't want your daughter
She a thot, a bother
Whipping in the kitchen, Betty Crocker
Whipping in the kitchen, Harry Potter
I do magic mama
Been the goat since a toddler
I get bands, like tali
I been out chilling, Tom Cruising
I am the bomb, can't defuse it
Watch the way that my money do a backflip
Money stretch long, it doing acrobatics
Money add up, calculate mathematics
Stay with controllers, turn TVs to static
Been having vets in the game, Imma double and triple quadruple my funds
Hit the ground I'm running and running like running backs
Oh he just snapped on the track gotta run it back
Funny that they used to sleep on me, look at em' now
Eyes wide open, they seeing the future, 100 racks
Stuffed in designer jeans
All my diamonds straight from the refineries
Yeah all of the fake ones they doubted me
I guess that I've cleaned out my energy
I ain't in a jeep, this a Benz truck
To the top, it's always been us
Stuffed cheese, ain't no thin crust
I feel like a pizza yo girl give me toppings
I'm flying umbrellas like Mary Poppins
I'm bombing the track gotta stop it
Chop it, beat it up, pop it
Heat it up, like a rocket
I'm taking off in a star ship
You cannot get inside our whips
Yeah
You can't get inside of our whips
I whip the coupe till the car flip
I been swimming through these hardships
Smoking blunts built like yard sticks
I stay with the gas like an Exxon
Checks on, checks on checks
I check the text, read the message
Steady flexing on my exes
Perplexing my neck with this necklace
Neck from yo chick, she give neck like she headless
Used called me over zealous
Now they call me on the set list
Check this, I'm out, but I'll be right back when this check hits
I'm breaking their ankles like flips with a scooter
I'm putting on shades just to see towards my future
I'm hot like the summertime, cold like Vancouver
Yuh, stay with extendos, clips look like a ruler
You talk all that shit, you just type on computers
Girl giving me brain, like a teacher a tutor
I'm stuck in the game like a cancerous tumor
Designer on me drip water
The tree on me tip dollars
Pop me an E, trip harder
I don't want your daughter
She a thot, a bother
Whipping in the kitchen, Betty Crocker
Whipping in the kitchen, Harry Potter
I do magic mama
Been the goat since a toddler
I get bands, like tali
I been out chilling, Tom Cruising
I am the bomb, can't defuse it
Watch the way that my money do a backflip
Money stretch long, it doing acrobatics
Money add up, calculate mathematics
Stay with controllers, turn TVs to static
Been having vets in the game, Imma double and triple quadruple my funds
Hit the ground I'm running and running like running backs
Oh he just snapped on the track gotta run it back
Funny that they used to sleep on me, look at em' now
Eyes wide open, they seeing the future, 100 racks
Stuffed in designer jeans
All my diamonds straight from the refineries
Yeah all of the fake ones they doubted me
I guess that I've cleaned out my energy
I ain't in a jeep, this a Benz truck
To the top, it's always been us
Stuffed cheese, ain't no thin crust
I feel like a pizza yo girl give me toppings
I'm flying umbrellas like Mary Poppins
I'm bombing the track gotta stop it
Chop it, beat it up, pop it
Heat it up, like a rocket
I'm taking off in a star ship
You cannot get inside our whips
Yeah
You can't get inside of our whips
I whip the coupe till the car flip
I been swimming through these hardships
Smoking blunts built like yard sticks
I stay with the gas like an Exxon
Checks on, checks on checks
I check the text, read the message
Steady flexing on my exes
Perplexing my neck with this necklace
Neck from yo chick, she give neck like she headless
Used called me over zealous
Now they call me on the set list
Check this, I'm out, but I'll be right back when this check hits
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Writer(s): Zachary Anderson
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