Run Thru the Bag (feat. Peezy)

Bitch, I'm workin' like a slave

Fuck bitches, get paid

Bitch, I'm workin' like a slave, yeah

Fuck bitches, get paid

Run through the bag then thumb through the check

Run through the bag then thumb through the check

I'ma run through the bag then thumb through the check

Run through the bag then thumb through the check, yeah

Ay, you know I'm workin', doin' overtime

Don't be playin' with that cheese, you'll get hurt from that

Bitch bad but she broke, so she ain't worth a dime

All these diamonds and the Rollie, I don't know the time

****, hit the club and kill the parking lot

I can tell them **** broke because they talk a lot

Before I ever hit the road, I gotta it off the rocks

He got a wire in his shirt, I heard he talk to cops

Pocket's filled up with new money

Caught your **** in the shit, he ain't gon' do nothin'

What's the bank, throw the dice, ****, shoot somethin'

Ghetto boys fuckin' over all these newcomers

Chop a **** ass up like a cucumber

No limit soldiers of the D but we don't do hummers

**** postin' guns on the net but ain't gon' shoot nothin'

And I'ma let your **** chase the bitches while I do numbers, boy

Bitch, I'm workin' like a slave

Fuck bitches, get paid

Bitch, I'm workin' like a slave, yeah

Fuck bitches, get paid

Run through the bag then thumb through the check

Run through the bag then thumb through the check

I'ma run through the bag then thumb through the check

Run through the bag then thumb through the check, yeah

Hey, Rose gold 41, no

Put a strap on a ****, 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

****, you ain't even got a ten say

But you beefin' over bitches 'cause you bitch-made

Hit the block the wrong way and get your shit sprayed

Bad bitches fuck with me and get their rent paid, yeah

Got designer on head to feet

Finna fuck them all up for fuckin' up the streets

Gave your home boy a sack, he fucked up the cheese

I'll run with no pack, bitch, I'm sucker-free

Thirty pints from from Moreland Avenue

All these turnaround's got me with a cocky attitude

I don't wait on ****, I be doing what I gotta do

Got these **** sick to they stomach like they got the flu, boy

Bitch, I'm workin' like a slave

Fuck bitches, get paid

Bitch, I'm workin' like a slave, yeah

Fuck bitches, get paid

Run through the bag then thumb through the check

Run through the bag then thumb through the check

I'ma run through the bag then thumb through the check

Run through the bag then thumb through the check, yeah