Run It Lyrics

I'm running with the bag

Run up with the bag

Rolling with the plant

Roll up with the plant

Must've been her face

Must've been her waist

It must've been the bangs

Must've been the

Money in advanced

Money in my hands

That's how I wanna plan

How I want it ran

I'll tell you when I'm there,

'Cause you ain't a fan

Listen to what's here

Now you understand, let's go

Moving out the bando

It's mando

We pushing what we handle

He letting off, skrrrt

Wetting up

Suckers down in broad day

Fuckers acting up like they in broadway, cap

Blacey on the heat, how he sauté

Cooking up those beats on an estate

Three in one day, nah

Five in one sesh

Steeze on all the keys

Rhythm flowing the through flesh, yessir

Smoking all this weed

You can hear it in my chest

And if your time is money

You can bet I'm paying less, bet

Man, fuck these bruhs

Wasting my time

I can't be fucked no more, bro

I'm out

I'm running with the bag

Run up with the bag, run it

Rolling with the plant

Roll up with the plant

Must've been her face

Must've been her waist, damn

It must've been the bangs

Must've been the, what

Funny when I land

On demand, never can

When they understand, I, uh-huh

Always wanna dance

And your mans

Gotta take a glance

Trying not to trance

And they can't

Cause your stuck on my lines

Look in my eyes

Her hands in my pocket

She seeing the drive

She feeling the faucet

Walk in my drip

They working to cop it, shit

I'm liking her fit and the way that she drop it

Hearing my shit and they hope hoping to lock it

Hoping I'm hearing you mock it, yuh

At least then I know that you talking

Seeing some opps

I'm seeing some options

Leave down the top, top

Skrt out the function,

Hearing a pop, pop

Knowing it's nothing

Money in advanced, money in my hands, hunnid, hunnid

That's how I wanna plan

How I want it ran, run it up

I'll tell ya when I'm there

Cause you ain't a fan

Listen to what's here

Now you understand