I'm running with the bag
Run up with the bag
Rolling with the plant
Roll up with the plant
Must've been her face
Must've been her waist
It must've been the bangs
Must've been the
Money in advanced
Money in my hands
That's how I wanna plan
How I want it ran
I'll tell you when I'm there,
'Cause you ain't a fan
Listen to what's here
Now you understand, let's go
Moving out the bando
It's mando
We pushing what we handle
He letting off, skrrrt
Wetting up
Suckers down in broad day
F*ckers acting up like they in broadway, cap
Blacey on the heat, how he sauté
Cooking up those beats on an estate
Three in one day, nah
Five in one sesh
Steeze on all the keys
Rhythm flowing the through flesh, yessir
Smoking all this weed
You can hear it in my chest
And if your time is money
You can bet I'm paying less, bet
Man, f*ck these bruhs
Wasting my time
I can't be f*cked no more, bro
I'm out
I'm running with the bag
Run up with the bag, run it
Rolling with the plant
Roll up with the plant
Must've been her face
Must've been her waist, damn
It must've been the bangs
Must've been the, what
Funny when I land
On demand, never can
When they understand, I, uh-huh
Always wanna dance
And your mans
Gotta take a glance
Trying not to trance
And they can't
Cause your stuck on my lines
Look in my eyes
Her hands in my pocket
She seeing the drive
She feeling the faucet
Walk in my drip
They working to cop it, shit
I'm liking her fit and the way that she drop it
Hearing my shit and they hope hoping to lock it
Hoping I'm hearing you mock it, yuh
At least then I know that you talking
Seeing some opps
I'm seeing some options
Leave down the top, top
Skrt out the function,
Hearing a pop, pop
Knowing it's nothing
Money in advanced, money in my hands, hunnid, hunnid
That's how I wanna plan
How I want it ran, run it up
I'll tell ya when I'm there
Cause you ain't a fan
Listen to what's here
Now you understand