Run up the Bag

Yeah, I try to run up the bag
Yeah, I put that shit in the past
Yeah, I got the Audemar wrist
I got these diamonds, they matchin' my fit, yeah
I do not know why they hate
All these bitches, they eat off my plate
If you want fuck me, then come to my crib
Linking by 5, leaving by 8

I got these diamonds my chain
Yeah do not play with my mo'fuckin' name
Run up on him with my squad and my gang
Toting the chopper, I'm blowing they brains

You know I roll with the squad
Smoking that bush
Up in that sky yeah I'm feeling like god
Yeah, I do not know you
Nigga, you Krillin and my name is Goku
Yeah, you know I got these bitches
I got these bands call it multiple riches
I got a glock and it come with a switch

Audemar, Audemar wrist
Yeah, she say she like it golden
So yeah, I come with the piss
(she a nasty hoe)
Yeah, you know niggas been tryin' to diss
But it's so hard, cuz you know I don't miss
I only miss when it comin' to losing
I don't know what these niggas think they proving

I ran my bag all the way to the ceiling
Armani my body, Margiela my feet
Told baby chill out, like you making a scene
I got me a dra with a full magazine
You better don't play
Yeah, I don't talk if it's not about racks
All my money be doing the dance
Shawty go down, She bringing her ass up
With my brodie, we making a mashup
Yeah I pull out
Want a baddie like Bktherula
When I measure money I come with a ruler
Flexing on a bitch, I ask her who is cooler
Lil bitch I'm a bad man
Fuck your bitch, you can call me a side man
I be eating this money like pac man
Making profit, we rolling the bags in
Might just get a Philippe Patek
You really a baddie, I really can tell
I got double C written on my belt
Don't worry baby, yeah you know that I'm stealth
You niggas envy, so I came with a bad bitch
Fat cheeks
Body that y'all niggas fancy
She really calling me papi
Bitch I put all my racks in a pantry

Yeah, I try to run up the bag
Yeah, I put that shit in the past
Yeah, I got the Audemar wrist
I got these diamonds, they matchin' my fit, yeah
I do not know why they hate
All these bitches, they eat off my plate
If you want fuck me, then come to my crib
Linking by 5, leaving by 8

I got these diamonds my chain
Yeah do not play with my mo'fuckin' name
Run up on him with my squad and my gang
Totting the chopper, I'm blowing they brains, yeah

Toting the chopper, I'm blowing they brains
Yeah I got a glock I call it "Lo Mein"
You know I'm making this money
Ice on my wrist make yo nose really runny, yeah

Poppin' your shit with the crew
Yeah, little bitch, I do not fuck with you
You on your period, I eat it like stew
Ugh, ah, that shit is nasty
Yeah

(That shit is fuckin' nasty, yo)



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Writer(s): Yvng Ceder
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