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Roman Zolanski - Running Up the Bag Lyrics



Roman Zolanski - Running Up the Bag Lyrics




Running up da bag
Running up da bag
Running up da bag
Huh
Wat
Running up da bag
Running up da bag
Running up da bag
Yegh yegh
Huh
I'm talking gwalla it ain't nothing 2 Bring da cash out
U niggahs always dick riding 4 dat Damn clout
Running up da bag
Flip da cash
Dey juz looking sad
I run up da bag
Yea

I run up da bag u other rappers Really can't
I am da toppa of toppa wat did y'all Really thank
She smiling at me wen she c me Walking n da bank
I told ha please dnt get excited less You finna drank
A couple homies can't trust em bkuz Dey lied on me
Stick 2 yo bag n get money deze Niggahs so phony
Kick rocks
I b banging wit dem real ones
No fake friends n my circle wen da Deal kum
Tell em get my throne I need da gold Plate
I didn't have 2 sell my soul da Rumors all fate
I'm n da phantom rose rosyce eating Gold cake
I need a dozen he a donut make dat Hoe bake
I ran it up so y'all really can feel it
Wen I walk up n da room da bitches Jump 2 da ceiling
I didn't really wanna son em bt Dey All b my chillens
So tell dem niggahs act accordingly Or it is good riddens

If I tell em go head n get him den Dey gne go
U kno dat I rock out on every stage Of my show
Yes I am da king so u gotta pay me n Hold
N any niggah wnt sum smoke tell Em focus on dey dough
Running up da bag yea da bag
N Dey really trash
100's n da stash n Dey last
We dnt have 2 fast
Bitches n da coupe
Getting loose
Tryna do da do
Wen she toot it up like a flute
Ima really shoot
Yegh

Running up da bag
Running up da bag
Running up da bag
Huh
Wat
Running up da bag
Running up da bag
Running up da bag
Yegh yegh
Huh
I'm talking gwalla it ain't nothing 2 Bring da cash out
U niggahs always dick riding 4 dat Damn clout
Running up da bag
Flip da cash
Dey juz looking sad
I run up da bag
Yea
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Running up da bag
Running up da bag
Running up da bag
Huh
Wat
Running up da bag
Running up da bag
Running up da bag
Yegh yegh
Huh
I'm talking gwalla it ain't nothing 2 Bring da cash out
U niggahs always dick riding 4 dat Damn clout
Running up da bag
Flip da cash
Dey juz looking sad
I run up da bag
Yea

I run up da bag u other rappers Really can't
I am da toppa of toppa wat did y'all Really thank
She smiling at me wen she c me Walking n da bank
I told ha please dnt get excited less You finna drank
A couple homies can't trust em bkuz Dey lied on me
Stick 2 yo bag n get money deze Niggahs so phony
Kick rocks
I b banging wit dem real ones
No fake friends n my circle wen da Deal kum
Tell em get my throne I need da gold Plate
I didn't have 2 sell my soul da Rumors all fate
I'm n da phantom rose rosyce eating Gold cake
I need a dozen he a donut make dat Hoe bake
I ran it up so y'all really can feel it
Wen I walk up n da room da bitches Jump 2 da ceiling
I didn't really wanna son em bt Dey All b my chillens
So tell dem niggahs act accordingly Or it is good riddens

If I tell em go head n get him den Dey gne go
U kno dat I rock out on every stage Of my show
Yes I am da king so u gotta pay me n Hold
N any niggah wnt sum smoke tell Em focus on dey dough
Running up da bag yea da bag
N Dey really trash
100's n da stash n Dey last
We dnt have 2 fast
Bitches n da coupe
Getting loose
Tryna do da do
Wen she toot it up like a flute
Ima really shoot
Yegh

Running up da bag
Running up da bag
Running up da bag
Huh
Wat
Running up da bag
Running up da bag
Running up da bag
Yegh yegh
Huh
I'm talking gwalla it ain't nothing 2 Bring da cash out
U niggahs always dick riding 4 dat Damn clout
Running up da bag
Flip da cash
Dey juz looking sad
I run up da bag
Yea
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Writer: Tyrone Jenkins
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Performed By: Roman Zolanski
Language: English
Length: 3:44
Written by: Tyrone Jenkins

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