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money man - run up that bag lyrics

[verse 1]
[?] in graves and prison
i got some partners who stuck in the system
when i got rich, i completed the mission
she throw me that p+ssy, you know i’ma k!ll it
i take a bag, and you know i’ma feel it
it ain’t no question, you know i’ma get it
no i’m not normal, i gotta pull up in rolls and porsches
had to go talk to a boss, i be morphin’
havin’ that work, i got plenty of employment
she gave me face, and i really enjoyed it
eight different whips, i got plenty of choices
rockin’ that rollie, this sh+t is an oyster
when i’m inside her, i’m feelin’ the moisture
stand at the store, used to trappin’ and loiterin’
now i be talkin’ to powerful lawyers
all of my b+tches are cream of the crop
we pullin’ out sticks when we hear the door knock
my young n+gga back in my hood is like watch
my b+tch is a stallion, i love when she trot
we finna slide, is you ready or not
turn up, arenas we packin’ em out
she make that ass go round and round
in dior, i used to wear hand+me+down’s
[hook]
run up that bag n+gga
run up that bag n+gga
run up that bag n+gga
ain’t nothin’ but bad b+tches
ain’t nothin’ but bad b+tches
run up that bag n+gga
run up that bag n+gga
run up that bag n+gga
run up that bag
run up that bag n+gga
run up that bag n+gga
ain’t nothin’ but bad b+tches
ain’t nothin’ but bad b+tches
rup up that bag n+gga
run up that bag
run up that bag n+gga

[verse 2]
met a b, and i’m tryna be set
in the hawk, i had got in a wreck
got an ap, it’s factory set
model b+tch be givin’ me s+x
yeah
count so much cash i had cut two of my fingers (yeah)
vvs stone, ali just iced out my pinkie
f+ck n+gga get head shots
bad b+tches with ass shots
made a million from an iphone and a couple macbook laptops
used to sleep on an air mattress, now i rock moncler jackets
new dior favor new balance
these n+ggas don’t want no static
ride through my old hood, givin’ hundreds out to the little kids
put money on my partner books in the pen
who done got hit with bids
i done seen too much murder, got blood all in my eyelids
havin’ all these clothes, i spent 12k on two fits
[hook]
run up that bag n+gga
run up that bag n+gga
run up that bag n+gga
ain’t nothin’ but bad b+tches
ain’t nothin’ but bad b+tches
run up that bag n+gga
run up that bag n+gga
run up that bag n+gga
run up that bag
run up that bag n+gga
run up that bag n+gga
ain’t nothin’ but bad b+tches
ain’t nothin’ but bad b+tches
rup up that bag n+gga
run up that bag
run up that bag n+gga

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