[Intro]
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
I get that cash and I run it
I get that bagged and I run it
I get that bagged and I run it
I get that bagged and I run it
Shorty, she know that she want it
Shorty, she know that she want it
I get that bagged and I run it
I get that lot and I cut it
Told 'em to keep it 1000
Only real n***as around me
All of these bitches, they talkin'
All of my n***as, they bailin'
All of my n***as, we run it
All of my n***as, we run it
Bitch I'm gon' cop it, I want it
Bitch I'm gon' cop it, I want it

[Verse 1]
I get that bagged and I run it
My n***as keep it 100
Your bitch pulled up in a bucket
Your bitch she pull and suck it
Trap bitch, light it up and traf
Coming out the clouds like it's magic
Roll it up, turn it to a ad
Bitch I'm burnin' loud in that [?] (okay)
Run it, run it up, it's a habit (okay)
Run it, run it up, it's a habit (okay)
Always been about the paper
Fuck your bitch, so see you later
I just fuck, I never date her (ayy)
Your bitch runnin' on my daily (okay)
Run it up and then I lay her (okay)
We keep ballin' like the Lakers (okay)
All these bitches better pay us (okay)
All you n***as better pay us (okay)