King Los - Running Up A Bag lyrics
[King Los - Running Up A Bag lyrics]
Mmm running up a bag
Bag, ooh baby i gotta get to it babe
Bag
I'm still running up a bag, running up a bag
Trappin out the benz, bringing money back
Ballin for my hood, running up the tab
Shorty I'm the man, shorty I'm the man
I gives a fuck what suckers sayin
I love my money rubber band
You know I'm running up a bag
Running up a bag
Oh bitch I'm ballin for my hood
Only true hustlers understand
They know I'm running up a bag
Running up a bag
Man I said these niggas cool but
I'm a little cooler Rick
The ruler get the rulers out
Lets see who measuring up
I got the wind of a rookie
On top of veteran style
Don't I impress you enough when am
Pressed upon you blessings lessons on
You run you round in circles
Run the town no curfew but a nigga go in
I seen a light at a tunnel
And said "a nigga could win
So I did it and did it
Did it and did it again
I made it vivid I live it I'm on my pivot I
Give it a hundred when I'm in the paint nigga
And I never ever ever been a fake nigga mmm
I just had breakfast on the jet
I spent a Lexus on this necklace you
See me reppin for the set
I say no weapon formed against us shall
Prosper god'll watch me do it
Now watch the god inside me do it
Oh, yes I'm live in living color
Oh, yes I got a little brother and a
Older too and they both in jail
Fuck you want me do if you only
Knew shit that I been through
All my haters way too hype for nothing I
Get paper they don't like me fuck em
I'm still running up a bag, running up a bag
Trappin out the benz, bringing money back
Ballin for my hood, running up the tab
Shorty I'm the man, shorty I'm the man
I gives a fuck what suckers sayin
I love my money rubber band
You know I'm running up a bag
Running up a bag
Oh bitch I'm ballin for my hood
Only true hustlers understand
They know I'm running up a bag
Running up a bag
Man I said these niggas cool but they ain't
Got they soul connected man I'm so connected
All my goals directed I was
Chosen my glow perfected
And that ain't the half
I'm the whole exception
And who are you to be withholding blessings
Love and peace is such a dope investment
Joy and pain the same they both reflected
In each other cause they both connected
Search for answers cause my heart is empty
Feel like cancer spreading all your envy
Tainted city painted anguish still
I painted pretty
Guess that's just the artist in me
I done turned the dawning's to the sun
Yeah my better harvest still to come
And I bet my father still at one reason
That my son see the sun and oh
Ain't no problem baby let it go
Yeah your black skin is ghetto gold
Get attacked when the devil know you
Got god in your heart yeah
Fuck the game we gone chart yeah
Everything came from hardships
We maintain no facades bitch
Gang, gang, gang, squad
I'm still running up a bag, running up a bag
Trappin out the benz, bringing money back
Ballin for my hood, running up the tab
Shorty I'm the man, shorty I'm the man
I gives a fuck what suckers sayin
I love my money rubber band
You know I'm running up a bag
Running up a bag
Oh bitch I'm ballin for my hood
Only true hustlers understand
They know I'm running up a bag
Running up a bag
Bag, ooh baby i gotta get to it babe
Bag
I'm still running up a bag, running up a bag
Trappin out the benz, bringing money back
Ballin for my hood, running up the tab
Shorty I'm the man, shorty I'm the man
I gives a fuck what suckers sayin
I love my money rubber band
You know I'm running up a bag
Running up a bag
Oh bitch I'm ballin for my hood
Only true hustlers understand
They know I'm running up a bag
Running up a bag
Man I said these niggas cool but
I'm a little cooler Rick
The ruler get the rulers out
Lets see who measuring up
I got the wind of a rookie
On top of veteran style
Don't I impress you enough when am
Pressed upon you blessings lessons on
You run you round in circles
Run the town no curfew but a nigga go in
I seen a light at a tunnel
And said "a nigga could win
So I did it and did it
Did it and did it again
I made it vivid I live it I'm on my pivot I
Give it a hundred when I'm in the paint nigga
And I never ever ever been a fake nigga mmm
I just had breakfast on the jet
I spent a Lexus on this necklace you
See me reppin for the set
I say no weapon formed against us shall
Prosper god'll watch me do it
Now watch the god inside me do it
Oh, yes I'm live in living color
Oh, yes I got a little brother and a
Older too and they both in jail
Fuck you want me do if you only
Knew shit that I been through
All my haters way too hype for nothing I
Get paper they don't like me fuck em
I'm still running up a bag, running up a bag
Trappin out the benz, bringing money back
Ballin for my hood, running up the tab
Shorty I'm the man, shorty I'm the man
I gives a fuck what suckers sayin
I love my money rubber band
You know I'm running up a bag
Running up a bag
Oh bitch I'm ballin for my hood
Only true hustlers understand
They know I'm running up a bag
Running up a bag
Man I said these niggas cool but they ain't
Got they soul connected man I'm so connected
All my goals directed I was
Chosen my glow perfected
And that ain't the half
I'm the whole exception
And who are you to be withholding blessings
Love and peace is such a dope investment
Joy and pain the same they both reflected
In each other cause they both connected
Search for answers cause my heart is empty
Feel like cancer spreading all your envy
Tainted city painted anguish still
I painted pretty
Guess that's just the artist in me
I done turned the dawning's to the sun
Yeah my better harvest still to come
And I bet my father still at one reason
That my son see the sun and oh
Ain't no problem baby let it go
Yeah your black skin is ghetto gold
Get attacked when the devil know you
Got god in your heart yeah
Fuck the game we gone chart yeah
Everything came from hardships
We maintain no facades bitch
Gang, gang, gang, squad
I'm still running up a bag, running up a bag
Trappin out the benz, bringing money back
Ballin for my hood, running up the tab
Shorty I'm the man, shorty I'm the man
I gives a fuck what suckers sayin
I love my money rubber band
You know I'm running up a bag
Running up a bag
Oh bitch I'm ballin for my hood
Only true hustlers understand
They know I'm running up a bag
Running up a bag