Aryginal - Logistics (feat. King JR.Rah & Hollywood Sinn)

Whoa
Whoa
Run it, yeah

I run the bag up
My bitch stay bad ass fuck
The money stay adding up
Uh yeah
I run the bag up
My bitch stay bad ass fuck
The money stay adding up
U yeah
I run the bag up
My bitch stay bad ass fuck
The money stay adding up
Uh yeah
I run the bag up
My bitch stay bad ass fuck
The money stay adding up
U yeah

Blue faces on top of blue faces
Moving slow mo' off that drank
Off that sticky and it stank
All off in my bag, and they mad, fuck you think
Bow down in the presence of a motherfucking king
Big bag on me, big money heavy cream
Married to the money, canary yellow diamond ring
Bitch you slipping if you thinking that you fuckin with my team
Put that pistol through your window, make you kiss the laser beam
I can't lie about it, I had took another loss
But I ain't cry about it, that shit turned into a boss
I been whipping like a chef, I just mixed it with the sauce
I been whipping like a chef, I just mixed it with the sauce ahh

I run the bag up
My bitch stay bad ass fuck
The money stay adding up
Uh yeah
I run the bag up
My bitch stay bad ass fuck
The money stay adding up
U yeah
I run the bag up
My bitch stay bad ass fuck
The money stay adding up
Uh yeah
I run the bag up
My bitch stay bad ass fuck
The money stay adding up
U yeah

Need my money on time not a minute late
Never had a sweet tooth but I'ma eat the cake
And I can't trust none of the love if I know it's fake
All I know is mob business real gone relate
Fuck'm, I be on my grind
Money on my mind 
Tryna to go corporate
But keep it mob tied
These bitches in Disguise
Aye you know you got a man why you trying to lie
We just fucking keep yo man this is no surprise
I'm running the bag up
Yah yah yah yah
I need me Brinks truck
Yah yah
The money stay adding up
Yeah
Fuck yo feelings
Yeah yeah
We got to get it
Yah yah

I run the bag up
My bitch stay bad ass fuck
The money stay adding up
Uh yeah
I run the bag up
My bitch stay bad ass fuck
The money stay adding up
U yeah
I run the bag up
My bitch stay bad ass fuck
The money stay adding up
Uh yeah
I run the bag up
My bitch stay bad ass fuck
The money stay adding up
U yeah
I'm running the bag up, I'm running the bag, I'm running the bag
I keep one in my pants, one in the stash, they both got one in the head
when it come to my cash
Some in the bank, some in a monitored chest
Come for my cash, gun will go bang, now you got monitors all on your chest
Yah, we use to live that greasy life and run from Karma
I'd much rather live that easy life without the drama
Without the fear of being deleted by racist coppers
Or bitch niggas who wanna be street so they pop off 
Yah yah
I'm still mourning Jumpin
But the lesson from your death is that I ain't ignoring nothing
Nah, I try not to hoarder the pain
I just endure and release
If you let it absorb it'll stay
I'd much rather enjoy all the days
It's all in the same

Whoa
Whoa

Written by:
Andre Moss, Harold Johnson, Lamar Swain

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