Get that bag up

RUN UP THE BAG

Yeah…

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Turn this motherfucker up!

Fuck being broke!

We getting money all damn night!

Let’s go!

Run up the bag, bitch, run up the bag

Fuck being broke, I done came from the bad

Count that shit up, make it rain on the dash

Whole damn squad getting straight to the cash

Run up the bag, run it up, run it up

Fuck what they say, bitch, we coming from dust

Now when I walk in, everybody look up

Money on my mind, I don’t give no fucks

I woke up hungry, had money on my brain

Had to hustle every day just to make a damn change

Now I’m chasing them commas, I’m addicted to the game

Fuck a nine-to-five if it ain’t paying my name

I need racks, motherfucker, I need stacks

Put the money in a pile, then I double that shit back

They was laughing when I struggled, now they asking where I’m at

I’m like, “Fuck you, bitch, I’m busy getting racks”

I don’t want your opinion, I don’t need your advice

I been paying my dues, I done sacrificed nights

Every loss that I took made me sharpen my grind

Now I’m coming for the money like the money owe me mine

Get paid!

Fuck broke!

Big checks!

No joke!

Stack that shit!

Don’t stop!

Run that bag

To the motherfuckin’ top!

Run up the bag, bitch, run up the bag

Fuck being broke, I done came from the bad

Count that shit up, make it rain on the dash

Whole damn squad getting straight to the cash

Run up the bag, run it up, run it up

Fuck what they say, bitch, we coming from dust

Now when I walk in, everybody look up

Money on my mind, I don’t give no fucks

Big money energy, I’m feeling myself

Used to stress about a dollar, now I’m building my wealth

Fuck chasing attention, I’m chasing the check

If it don’t make money, then it don’t make sense

New day, new hustle, new play, new move

I ain’t got shit to prove, I got shit to improve

They can talk all that bullshit, I’m still making it shake

While they sitting on the sidelines, I’m collecting my pay

I want the big house, big truck, big dreams

Big-ass bank account for the whole damn team

I remember being broke, sleeping stressed as fuck

Now I wake up every morning like, “Bitch, run it up!”

Money on my left, money on my right

Money in my head when I’m sleeping at night

Fuck the drama, fuck the bullshit fights

I’m chasing that bag till the day turn night

RUN IT!

RUN IT!

RUN THAT MOTHERFUCKIN’ BAG!

RUN IT!

RUN IT!

GET THAT FUCKIN’ CASH!

I ain’t stopping till the bank account look stupid

Everybody talking but nobody really moving

I’m a motherfuckin’ hustler, I’m addicted to improving

If I see another opportunity, you know I’m fucking choosing

No brakes, no sleep, no fear

I been working all year

Fuck a hater, fuck doubt

I’m about to cash out

One check, two check, three check, four

Stack that shit high till it touch the damn floor

If I had a little yesterday, I need a whole lot more

I’m kicking down the door like, “What the fuck you waiting for?”

Run up the bag, b