[Intro]
Mmm
Running up a bag
Bag, Ooh baby
I gotta get to it babe
Bag
[Hook]
I'm still running up a bag, running up a bag
Trappin out the benz, bringing money back
Ballin for my hood, running up the tab
Shorty I'm the man, shorty I'm the man
I gives a fuck what suckers sayin
I love my money rubber band
You know I'm running up a bag, running up a bag
Oh bitch I'm ballin for my hood, only true hustlers understand
They know I'm running up a bag, running up a bag
[Verse 1]
Man I said these niggas cool but I'm a little cooler Rick the ruler get the rulers out lets see who measuring up
I got the wind of a rookie on top of veteran style
Don't I impress you enough when am pressed upon you blessings lessons on you run you round in circles run the town no curfew
But a nigga go in, I seen a light at a tunnel and said "a nigga could win
So I did it and did it did it and did it again
I made it vivid I live it I'm on my pivot I give it a hundred when I'm in the paint nigga
And I never ever ever been a fake nigga mmm
I just had breakfast on the jet, I spent a Lexus on this necklace you see me reppin for the set
I say no weapon formed against us shall prosper god'll watch me do it
Now watch the god inside me do it
Oh yes I'm live in living color, oh yes I got a little brother and a older too and they both in jail fuck you want me do if you only knew shit that I been through
All my haters way too hype for nothing I get paper they don't like me fuck em
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