Bag Season - Felly, Trip Carter

Run up the cash already

I need the bag already

Fuck up the raps till I’m zooming

Straight to the racks and the money (to the motherfuckin' racks)

Run up the cash already

I need the bag already

Turn on the flash and illuminate the bag

And I be on one

Them bags is never close for comfort (yeah yeah)

I need it bad, I need some commas

Shit I can’t pass up on another

Boy don’t be acting like my friends that’s that mulah

Run up the bag already

Cash the vocabulary

Them hoes see me working hard

They attracted to me

Don’t gotta run from no ass and titties

Lord knows how I get it

Free throws and a tinted

Imma reload till I’m finished

Everywhere that we go

Baby bend it backwards for me

I give it to her, she give it right back on to me

I need d’usse, on my low days

Been working man, there’s no play

Run from my broke days

«This for the rest of ya»

Pimping ain’t easy, but it sure is fun

Can’t fuck with a real one

Your my sons

They see me drop sweat

They say «Are we done»

But Bag season just begun

Motherfucker gone get ya' some

Run up the cash already

I need the bag already

Fuck up the raps till I’m zooming

Straight to the racks and the money (to the motherfuckin' racks)

Run up the cash already

I need the bag already

Turn on the flash and illuminate the bag

And I be on one

Them bags is never close for comfort (run it, sack it, get it)

I need it bad, I need some commas

Shit I can’t pass up on another

Boy don’t be acting like my friends that’s that mulah

See me workin' hard I’m still feeling like a ya’ll

But the feeling all gone when the place go dumb (yeah yeah yeah)

Being on the moon everybody want a little something want a little something but

do they show up (fuck 'em yeah yeah)

Know that I’m gifted

Know that shit scripted

Know that I used to be counting my digits on a couple of fingers

Shoutout to Richard

Had to spend some G’s

On the spot in NYZ

Where I can cook up all I need

Make some M’s and rest in peace

Can a youngin just

Run up the cash already

I need the bag already

Fuck up the raps till I’m zooming

Straight to the racks and the money (to the motherfuckin' racks now)

Run up the cash already

I need the bag already

Turn on the flash and illuminate the bag

And I be on one

Them bags is never close for comfort

I need it bad, I need some commas

Shit I can’t pass up on another

Boy don’t be acting like my friends that’s that mulah