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cash)
I need big dollars (in a bag)
I need big checks (big racks)
100 thousand dollars (big stacks)
Take that money make your money
It's your money
Break

sip it slow
I just made a bag for the walkthrough
It ain’t about the paper I don’t talk to him
Dead man we gon have to bring the chalk to him
Lay him

da road wit dat reader
And get yo bag right (Get yo bag right)
I was just a young nigga loving dat fast life (Loving dat life)
Pile up dem hundreds

the flesh
Always been a top boy never been less
Stitches for snitches call a seamstress
Don't talk about cars I spent hundred bags
Don't talk about watches

Franklins fertile
I keep my dough in a money bag
I keep my dope in in bag and glass
Can't let it huff up I can't smoke no trash
I'm a good business man
I love

bodies, we dead
Man, free Baby since a lil cat boy
Spinnin' and splash, Cody turned to a pig
Them crackers put a band on my leg
Got a bag on my head
I don't

it by myself, no shade (No shade)
Niggas capping, why you lying to yourself? Man-made
By my lonely, fuck a foney, told the bitch im self-made
Music

Rat or never snitch, nigga

Rubber bands, stack another hundred grand
I'm the running man
(Running man) , I run it up and run again
'Nother fifty grand,

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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Words sometimes

All my niggas 100
10 x 10 what's that 100
Stay charged up but I'm passed 100 (Ayo who that is)
Duck no smoke back to back we coming (2 Fast)
10 x 5

And I'm smokin' out the bag but I
See your man with a zip (whole pound nigga)
Everybody attention on me
Cuz everything I say so real (rich homie)
And that

can look but no hands
I used to hit the D when I relapse
Now I hit the green and I relax
Used to think I needed a good man
Now I get the bag and I'm

Run it up
Gotta get me the bag and count it up
Im not with the games it’s time to get paid man I’m finna go run it up
Run it up 
I’m getting the bag

my baggage
Hundred feet above average (average)
By twenty-one I was a savage (uh)
By twenty-two I had a foreign, by twenty-three I had crashed it

They wanna know what I'm doing I'm leveling up I been in my bag now
I tell him bring the Jansport with the cash out
We them lil dudes that been

Stepping off the wrong feet will get your head gone(will get your head gone)
A hundred and seventy shoots niggar that’s a man down( niggar that’s a man down)

You rent the whip and I whip with the title
This is the playoffs I play for the title
I throw dimes like assist man use to be the six man
Use

And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm

on ocean
Out here with that bag, I'm ocean
Damn she got splahhhh, its an ocean
I'm the zaza man, Billy Ocean
I just wanna bag this on ocean
Out here with

Trappa turned rappa, trappa turned
Trappa turned rappa trappa turned rappa
I'm a trappa turned rappa
I'm a trappa turned rappa

Yes I was that trappa Man
I

I'm Straight

Lil Baby

Harder Than Ever

2018

'em, ran them bags before an hour hit
So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit
Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut,

drip
Boy you a motherfucker
Disobey the law man we run this shit
Boy you a motherfucker
Got a hundred goons with a hundred clips
Boy you a motherfucker

of where you are
Take a break from worrying about what you can't control
Live a little
Go!
A hundred on the dash, bitch I'm in my bag (woah)
Lights out, know

do what I want bitch I don't need a reason
Run up the bag got me dripping all seasons
Blue hundreds on me got your bitch geekin
These goofy bitches