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peezy - run through the bag lyrics

[intro]
(wood on the beat)
(da realest)

[chorus]
b+tch, i’m workin’ like a slave (workin’)
f+ck b+tches, get paid (get money), uh
b+tch, i’m workin’ like a slave (like a slave, n+gga)
yeah, f+ck b+tches, get paid (yeah)
run through the bag then thumb through the check (boy)
run through the bag then thumb through the check (yeah)
i’ma run through the bag then thumb through the check (get it)
run through the bag then thumb through the check, yeah (ayy, ayy)
ayy

[verse 1]
you know i’m workin’, doin’ overtime (workin’)
don’t be playin’ with that cheese, you’ll get hurt from minе
b+tch bad but she broke, so she ain’t worth a dimе
all these diamonds in the rollie, i don’t know the time (uh+huh)
n+gga, hit the club and k!ll the parkin’ lot (k!ll the parkin’ lot)
i can tell them n+ggas broke because they talk a lot (broke n+gga)
before i ever hit the road, i got it off the rocks
he got a wire in his shirt, i heard he talk to cops (f+ck n+gga), uh
pockets filled up with new money
punch a n+gga in his sh+t, he ain’t gon’ do nothin’ (he ain’t gon’ do nothin’)
what’s the bank? throw the dice, n+gga, shoot somethin’ (what’s the bank?)
ghetto boyz f+ckin’ over all these newcomers (ayy)
chop a n+gga ass up like a cucumber
no [?] soldiers of the d but we don’t do hummers
n+ggas postin’ guns on the ‘net but ain’t gon’ shoot nothin’
i’ma let you n+ggas chase the b+tches while i do numbers, boy
[chorus]
b+tch, i’m workin’ like a slave (workin’)
f+ck b+tches, get paid (get money), uh
b+tch, i’m workin’ like a slave (like a slave, n+gga)
yeah, f+ck b+tches, get paid (yeah)
run through the bag then thumb through the check (boy)
run through the bag then thumb through the check (yeah)
i’ma run through the bag then thumb through the check (haha, ah)
run through the bag then thumb through the check, yeah (ayy, ayy)
ayy

rose gold, fourty+one on
pulled a strap on a n+gga, make him run home
if i ain’t got it all on me, let me run home
was sellin’ dope before i ever made one song (real sh+t), n+gga
you ain’t even got a ten saved
but you beefin’ over b+tches ’cause you b+tch made (b+tch n+gga)
hit the block the wrong way and get your sh+t sprayed (brah)
bad b+tches f+ck with me and get they rent paid (uh+huh), yeah
got designer head to feet (yeah)
finna f+ck them all up from f+ckin’ up the streets
gave your homeboy a sack, he f+cked up the cheese ([?] crazy)
i don’t run with no pack, b+tch, i’m sucker free (sucker free), uh
three pints of [?] avenue
all these turn arounds got me with a c+cky attitude
i don’t wait on n+ggas, i be doin’ what i gotta do
got these n+ggas sick to they stomach like they got the flu, boy
[chorus]
b+tch, i’m workin’ like a slave (workin’)
f+ck b+tches, get paid (get money), uh
b+tch, i’m workin’ like a slave (like a slave, n+gga)
yeah, f+ck b+tches, get paid (yeah)
run through the bag then thumb through the check (boy)
run through the bag then thumb through the check (yeah)
i’ma run through the bag then thumb through the check (get it)
run through the bag then thumb through the check, yeah (ayy, ayy)

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