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Money in the Bag Video (MV)




Performed By: Tom Charles
Language: English
Length: 3:09
Written by: Brian Tomczuk




Tom Charles - Money in the Bag Lyrics




Please put the money in the bag
Ya'll can check my swag
Calm the f*ck down when we come around
Everybody worried about everybody else
I just do my thing and I been doing it
Please put the money in the bag
Ya'll can check my swag
Calm the f*ck down when we come around
Everybody worried about everybody else
I just do my thing and I been doing it

Ya'll cat's too loose out here
In two coupes out here
I'm the dude out here
Don't get confused out here
Catch me in the gold camry
MVP like I'm Barry MVP like I'm Curry
Let's take em back how far back
Breaking records Hank Aaron
Make your checklist
I was recording in the computer lab at SJP
Take the Broad street line to Fern Rock catch the R3
Back to Somerton mow the lawn then renegade
Hit up Boyle shooting hoops drinking gatorade
Northeast Philly lot of hater-ade
No judgements hold me down that is child's play like a paper weight
I hit up different barbershops until I got the greatest fade
Northeast Philly where family matters
I won't stop until I'm at the top like we climbing ladders
And my shorties ass is the fattest
It really turn me on when she speak spanish
It really piss me off she ain't got no manners
Clean up ya dishes this ain't christmas
If I eat we both eat but you got to work to ain't nothing free
Now please put the money in the B put the put the put the

Please put the money in the bag
Ya'll can check my swag
Calm the f*ck down when we come around
Everybody worried about everybody else
I just do my thing and I been doing it
Please put the money in the bag
Ya'll can check my swag
Calm the f*ck down when we come around
Everybody worried about everybody else
I just do my thing and I been doing it

Used to rock a lot of jerseys
Looking fresh your girl got thirsty
I ain't have no liquid for her I was popping pimples boy
Acne in the Acme mom bring home some fried chicken
Some cooked shrimp and cornbread I'm spoiled dead
Stop bitching I'm not listening
The plot thickens we are not the same I am a lot different
Green Saturn with the black hood on the front above the engine
Shoutout my cousin for the hook up that was a blessing
Back when I was getting 24 to 30 packs with fake ID
For all the crews sending orders back
Hit me on the flip phone on the text
I'ma front the money give me double when I bring the kegs

Put the money in the bag
Ya'll can check my swag
Calm the f*ck down when we come around
Everybody worried about everybody else
I just do my thing and I been doing it
Please put the money in the bag
Ya'll can check my swag
Calm the f*ck down when we come around
Everybody worried about everybody else
I just do my thing and I been doing it
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Please put the money in the bag
Ya'll can check my swag
Calm the f*ck down when we come around
Everybody worried about everybody else
I just do my thing and I been doing it
Please put the money in the bag
Ya'll can check my swag
Calm the f*ck down when we come around
Everybody worried about everybody else
I just do my thing and I been doing it

Ya'll cat's too loose out here
In two coupes out here
I'm the dude out here
Don't get confused out here
Catch me in the gold camry
MVP like I'm Barry MVP like I'm Curry
Let's take em back how far back
Breaking records Hank Aaron
Make your checklist
I was recording in the computer lab at SJP
Take the Broad street line to Fern Rock catch the R3
Back to Somerton mow the lawn then renegade
Hit up Boyle shooting hoops drinking gatorade
Northeast Philly lot of hater-ade
No judgements hold me down that is child's play like a paper weight
I hit up different barbershops until I got the greatest fade
Northeast Philly where family matters
I won't stop until I'm at the top like we climbing ladders
And my shorties ass is the fattest
It really turn me on when she speak spanish
It really piss me off she ain't got no manners
Clean up ya dishes this ain't christmas
If I eat we both eat but you got to work to ain't nothing free
Now please put the money in the B put the put the put the

Please put the money in the bag
Ya'll can check my swag
Calm the f*ck down when we come around
Everybody worried about everybody else
I just do my thing and I been doing it
Please put the money in the bag
Ya'll can check my swag
Calm the f*ck down when we come around
Everybody worried about everybody else
I just do my thing and I been doing it

Used to rock a lot of jerseys
Looking fresh your girl got thirsty
I ain't have no liquid for her I was popping pimples boy
Acne in the Acme mom bring home some fried chicken
Some cooked shrimp and cornbread I'm spoiled dead
Stop bitching I'm not listening
The plot thickens we are not the same I am a lot different
Green Saturn with the black hood on the front above the engine
Shoutout my cousin for the hook up that was a blessing
Back when I was getting 24 to 30 packs with fake ID
For all the crews sending orders back
Hit me on the flip phone on the text
I'ma front the money give me double when I bring the kegs

Put the money in the bag
Ya'll can check my swag
Calm the f*ck down when we come around
Everybody worried about everybody else
I just do my thing and I been doing it
Please put the money in the bag
Ya'll can check my swag
Calm the f*ck down when we come around
Everybody worried about everybody else
I just do my thing and I been doing it
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Writer: Brian Tomczuk
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