[Chorus: PE$O PETE & TORO]
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag
You a loser, I been runnin' shit, no, I can't come in last (Aye)
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag (Runnin' to the bag)
I been working too long, no, there ain't no time for naps (Nah)
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag
I ain't waitin' for a handout, know these demons on my ass (Demons on my ass)
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag
I been winnin' while you bitch about it, love to see you mad

[Verse 1: TORO & PE$O PETE]
Uh, hatin'? Man, I love that, I'm above that
Ain't no bag, ain't no bitches, either way, he ain't touch racks
Smoking on a skunk pack, on that runtz pack
I was fuckin' on this bitch and when I'm done, finna punt that
Never runnin' out of luck, yeah, we, yeah, we, run it up
If you countin' hella money, go ahead and turn it up (Yeah)
I got grabba, I got fronto, either way, we burnin' up
And if you ain't countin' mad money, you ain't earn eno-o-ough

[Verse 2: 954mari, PE$O PETE, & Both]
Earn eno-o-ough
.30 rеlease, I bless you likе a priest, I bet you getting touched
Got my liver playing tag, the way I chase this fucking mud
I just lit me a Backwoody, oh wait, here come the bu-u-uzz
Won't stop getting to the bread (Yeah)
I was down bad, thinking, "How long is this .50 finna spread?"
If you try to catch me slipping, then I'm gripping on this lead
Frankenstein, the way this 9 gon' put some stitches to your head (Rah-Rah-Rah)
Won't stop getting to the gua-a-ap
And this F-N on me, singing just like, "Fa-la-la"
Like a deacon, .30 speakin' just like, "Blah-Blah-Blah"
Choppa sing like Trey Songz, singing, "Ooh-nah-nah"
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag
And my finger got a blister way I'm thumbing through this cash
All these fiends that I be juggin', they won't ever get it back
Keep on grinding 'til I give my mom the life we never had (Never had)
[Chorus: PE$O PETE, TORO, & Both]
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag (To the bag)
You a loser, I been runnin' shit, no, I can't come in last (Skrrt!)
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag (Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
I been working too long, no, there ain't no time for naps (Nah)
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag
I ain't waitin' for a handout, know these demons on my ass (Demons on my ass)
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag (Aye!)
I been winnin' while you bitch about it, love to see you mad (Yeah-Yeah)

[Verse 3: PE$O PETE]
So much hunnids, I'm not fronting, got a bag inside my bag
Brodie vicious 'cause he get no bitches, no wonder he sad
Had his mistress blowing PE$O kisses, no wonder he mad (No wonder he mad)
On a mission 'til no longer living, doing it for my dad (Doing it for my dad, oh)
Can't stop, won't stop, runnin' to the bag
I ain't waitin' on no features because most these rappers trash, uh
Can't stop, won't stop, one-fifty the dash
In Miami, off a couple Xannies, hoping I don't crash (Hoping I don't crash)

[Outro: PE$O PETE, TORO, Both, & oddwin]
Bitch! (Runnin' to the bag, hahahah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Can't stop, won't stop
SHINY WORLD!, bitch
Runnin' to the bag, yeah, runnin' to the, uh
Runnin' to the bag, yeah (Runnin' to the bag, yeah)
Wake up in the morning, you better run to that bag
You fuckin' broke, stupid!
[Tag: PE$O PETE & Emily]
Fuck PE$O (PE$O, PE$O, PE$O)