Bag (Instrumental)

Gimme the bag

I don't even like to brag
I'm just trying to get the bag

Run it, run it, count it, count it, stack it, stack it up

I don't even like to brag

Run it, run it, count it, count it, stack it, stack it up

I'm just trying to get the bag

I don't even like to brag
I'm just trying to get the bag
I'm just trying to get the bag
I'm just trying to get the bag

I say run it, count it, stack it up
Run it, count it, stack it up

I don't even like to brag
I'm just trying to get the bag
I'm just trying to get the bag
I'm just trying to get the bag

I say run it, count it, stack it up
Run it, count it, stack it up

Y'all still just talking bout the

Green backs, guapo
Cheddar cheese, dinero
Acting like celebrities and showing off your zeros

But what about that office lease?
S-Corp with the lion's piece?
Ownership
Property
Stock ops & monopolies
Don't have to Stevie Wonder
I'm a pirate for the plunder
Make no foul up, bleeps or blunders
Never slumber with the numbers
Make the grab
Get the bag
Wring the riches out ya rags
Pay the tab
Then we reinvest
Before we pop the tags
I don't dab
Never had a dab
More like Abinadab
You's a fad
Like insurance ads
I'm like a pen and pad
Don't get mad
When you see us putting numbers on the board
Or when VA address the trio as
The Queen, Sire & Lord
My favorite place the paper chase
Buying time & making space
Every time you see us
Look like ducats flying in your face

NFTs, COD
Cash
Crypto currency
So long we can spend it
We gon stack it with the urgency

Run it, count it, stack it up
I don't even like to brag
I'm just trying to get the bag
I'm just trying to get the bag
I'm just trying to get the bag

I say run it, run it, count it, count it, stack it, stack it up
Run it, run it, count it, count it, stack it, stack it up

I don't even like to brag
I'm just trying to get the bag
I'm just trying to get the bag
I'm just trying to get the bag

I say run it, count it, stack it up
Run it, count it, stack it up

You know I gotta get that almighty dollar
With a bunch of O's and commas
I take cash, credit or check
Man, don't play with my moolah
Break my stacks down in sets
Put up half in the cooler
Other half in the safe
Then it's back to the paper chase
Talking racks on racks on racks
Bunch a Benjamins and Jacks
The funds can come in fives tens & ones
To me it's still scratch
Everyday I gotta eat
I got a fetish for the green
All I'm thinking is cha-ching
When I hear that money machine
Look that bread mixed with that cake dough
Cream filling my bankroll
Bout to take a trip down to Mexico
Do a quick flip & make some pesos
It just don't get no better
Need that cheese & mozzarella
Gimme that Swiss miss with that feta
Provolone
I need that cheddar
Take them tax returns
E.B.T
Food stamps
PPP
Got debit?
Don't sweat it
Payment plans can work for me
Don't care if it's stock shares overseas
Yeah, I'll go there
Make a home there if the dough's there
& my bank account is gonna grow there

Run it, count it, stack it up
I don't even like to brag
I'm just trying to get the bag
I'm just trying to get the bag
I'm just trying to get the bag

I say run it, run it, count it, count it, stack it, stack it up
Run it, run it, count it, count it, stack it, stack it up

I don't even like to brag
I'm just trying to get the bag
I'm just trying to get the bag
I'm just trying to get the bag

I say run it, count it, stack it up
Run it, count it, stack it up