Bags In Lyrics

Bags in got them bags in

Ran it up a long time

Got them bands in got them bands in

We gone need a money counter

Trying to count this

Trying to count this

Ran it up a long time

Got them bags in got them bags in

Ran it up a long time

Got them bands in, got them bands in

We gone need a money counter

Trying to count this

Trying to count this

Ran it up a long time got them

Bags in got them bags in

Ran it up a long time

Got them bands in, got them bands in

We gone need a money counter

Trying to count this

I’m real raw with this

Let’s cop a brand new coupe

And slice the top off it

I’m to true to this

Cop some true religion

I get the bigger picture

Then sit back and write my riddles fill my sprite up with some skittles

We ain’t gotta show a pistol

Later we gone dead the issue

Niggas be out to get you

Niggas ain’t even official

Walking contradictions

Snakes without venom

Swear I can never feel em

You want me dead then kill me

In my own lane I’m focused

I don’t fuck with no lame that’s bogus

I don’t need cocaine to cope

Only propane a help

Who put the cap in rap

That bitch ain’t got no strap

I won’t announce a name

Cause bitch I don’t battle rap

Bags in got them bags in

Ran it up a long time

Got them bands in got them bands in

We gone need a money counter

Trying to count this

Trying to count this

Ran it up a long time got them

Bags in got them bags in

Ran it up a long time

Got them bands in, got them bands in

We gone need a money counter

Tryna count this

Tryna count this

Ran it up a long time

Got the bags in

Got them bags in ass fat brown skin

Cute face waste slim real nigga magnet

I ain’t even bragging this money I've been stacking

Might cash out on a Mansion

Or take a trip to Paris Relaxation gotta have it

Peace of mind been trying to find

Seem like I’m running out of time

Never a better time to shine

Getting it in and moving it out

Keeping my head up

When motherfuckers ain’t holding me down

I got my bread up

Eye of the tiger and heart of a lion

Deep in this jungle protecting my kind

If it’s fuck me then it’s likewise

I ain’t had time to revitalize

I always did over analyze

Now it’s time to make bitches recognize

I’m really living my best life Niggas still tryna progress right

If so nigga I’m on the next flight

In my profession progressions the only exception

Suite up for battle these words are my weapons

Strapped and still adding more to the collection

Might miss a few the majority gets it

Get you some money try keeping your distance

Stick to my guns Always staying committed

I’m dropping heat do this shit my city

On my way up it’s a hell of a feeling

On my way up it’s a hell of a feeling