Testo Run Through the Bag - Peezy

Run Through the Bag

Don’t be playin' with that cheese, you’ll get hurt from mine
Bitch bad but she broke, so she ain’t worth a dime
All these diamonds in the Rollie, I don’t know the time (Uh-huh)
Nigga, hit the club and kill the parkin' lot (Kill the parkin' lot)
I can tell them niggas broke because they talk a lot (Broke nigga)
Before I ever hit the road, I got it off the rocks
He got a wire in his shirt, I heard he talk to cops (Fuck nigga), uh
Pockets filled up with new money
Punch a nigga in his shit, he ain’t gon' do nothin' (He ain’t gon' do nothin')
What’s the bank? Throw the dice, nigga, shoot somethin' (What's the bank?)
Ghetto Boyz fuckin' over all these newcomers (Ayy)
Chop a nigga ass up like a cucumber
No soldiers of the D but we don’t do Hummers
Niggas postin' guns on the 'net but ain’t gon' shoot nothin'
I’ma let you niggas chase the bitches while I do numbers, boy
Bitch, I’m workin' like a slave (Workin')
Fuck bitches, get paid (Get money), uh
Bitch, I’m workin' like a slave (Like a slave, nigga)
Yeah, fuck bitches, get paid (Yeah)
Run through the bag then thumb through the check (Boy)
Run through the bag then thumb through the check (Yeah)
I’ma run through the bag then thumb through the check (Haha, ah)
Run through the bag then thumb through the check, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy
Rose gold, fourty-one on
Pulled a strap on a nigga, make him run home
If I ain’t got it all on me, let me run home
Was sellin' dope before I ever made one song (Real shit), nigga
You ain’t even got a ten saved
But you beefin' over bitches 'cause you bitch made (Bitch nigga)
Hit the block the wrong way and get your shit sprayed (Brah)
Bad bitches fuck with me and get they rent paid (Uh-huh), yeah
Got designer head to feet (Yeah)
Finna fuck them all up from fuckin' up the streets
Gave your homeboy a sack, he fucked up the cheese (crazy)
I don’t run with no pack, bitch, I’m sucker free (Sucker free), uh
Three pints of Avenue
All these turn arounds got me with a cocky attitude
I don’t wait on niggas, I be doin' what I gotta do
Got these niggas sick to they stomach like they got the flu, boy
Bitch, I’m workin' like a slave (Workin')
Fuck bitches, get paid (Get money), uh
Bitch, I’m workin' like a slave (Like a slave, nigga)
Yeah, fuck bitches, get paid (Yeah)
Run through the bag then thumb through the check (Boy)
Run through the bag then thumb through the check (Yeah)
I’ma run through the bag then thumb through the check (Get it)
Run through the bag then thumb through the check, yeah (Ayy, ayy)