Runnitup - In My Bag
(Like Woah oh)(Like Woah oh)
(Yeah yeah)
(Now Woah oh!)
(Woah, Woah)
Like I lost my mind can't take no L' no ain't losing(no ain't losing)
Ain't lost no love for you but ain't no time to prove it (ain't no time to prove it)
Just caught ah, bad Mamacita she was choosing (that bitch was choosing)
Say she tripping bout no money her family Jewish (ju-ju)
Ah box of rello's and condoms make a movie (moo, moo)
I'm bout to dive in that pussy just like ooh-wee (ooh, ooh)
Off the rip yeah, she say she wanna do me, (wanna do)
I can't go for none of that no you can't fool me (no you can't, fool)
Trust issues so I ride with the tooley (true, true)
Seems like money the only thing that really moves me (That really move)
No I can not front you nothing I need that payment (Talking that payment)
No, you can't get shit for free you gotta pay me (You gotta pay me)
Kinda flashy all in my bag make these haters mad when I brag
Cash on cash got racks on some racks, racks on racks I'm all in my bag
Catch me somewhere flossing this cash I stay flashing I'm popping tags
I stay splashing I drip in fashion
I'm in my bag they know I'm in the bag ( I'm in the bag)
I'm in my bag I went and got a bag ( I got a bag)
I'm in my bag I needed hella cash ( Hella cash)
I'm in my bag ( I'm in my bag)
I'm in my bag (I'm in my bag)
I built myself up from the ground went hard working like ah, slave
I just brought ah, new timepiece but ain't got time to throw away (got time to throw away)
Usually somewhere getting paid probably somewhere getting laid (Always getting laid)
Ain't clocking in on no clock but I use that clock to move the weight (Yea, yea)
We ain't shipping and receiving shit but we having heavy freight (Yea, yea)
I keep ah, bad bitch with me and she got expensive taste (Oh, oh, oh)
You know the cash comes in different I move that bag a Lil different
I'm talking bout fast how we living, pull up we splash we ain't dripping
I'm in my bag like that feel like I'm in a room full of shade
Why you act like that? Like you ain't got what it takes,
You supposed to have my back I found out everything ah, phase
I guess I'm cut from a different cloth but I see that ain't how you was raised
Kinda flashy all in my bag make these haters mad when I brag
Cash on cash got racks on some racks, racks on racks I'm all in my bag
Catch me somewhere flossing this cash I stay flashing I'm popping tags
I stay splashing I drip in fashion
I'm in my bag they know I'm in the bag ( I'm in the bag)
I'm in my bag I went and got a bag ( I got a bag)
I'm in my bag I needed hella cash ( Hella cash)
I'm in my bag ( I'm in my bag)
I'm in my bag (I'm in my bag)
Written by:
Douglas Lewis
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