Money Bagz Money Bagz run em run em fast
Get em (Get em)
Get a check flip a stack count racks run em fast get em
Dey dont want beef I'm killing da street
Bringing dem heat real Street
My stomach growl and im all beast
In broad day like police
Lick off a shot chip off da block
Dats royalty cant control me
Who's king of da city
757 since Roll Call Rec squads no pitty
Yall niggaz to giddy grime
Like Neptune's my next tune
Be a Murda Ink cuz my pen spill
I'm too trill wit dat vocab
Run up run up on your slab
Dont talk dat we count money bagz
Get doe nigga I want all dat
Den break her off like Kit Kats
We dont chit chat
We let it kick back
Sit back count stacks
Run it up money bagz moneyz bag
Cut a check live fast
Spit barz get ass
Come back do it again
Verse after verse kill many of men
Many of men wish death upon me
Keep and army damage together
A band of dem brothers
Spit nothing but murder
Den come back together
Like Wu Tang forever count doe
Money Bagz Money Bagz run em run em fast
Get em (Get em)
Get a check flip a stack count racks run em fast get em
Stack money bagz my shorty bad
Dominican wit dat Rican Flag
Dat brown skin like cinnamon
She a Bronx chix I'm so Brooklyn
Dats hip hop no Mona Scott
You can love dat you can get popped
Talking all dat tough shit
Like you bullet proof can't get hit
Ya rollie might not tick tick
Bet it slide and glide off ya wrist
Flash da heat melt da drip
Ante up come off of it quick
Get mashed out love of dem chips
Nothing but hits every bar hits
Like emptying clips da sound of da beast
My whole team dats real street
Since deep with my sunz deep in da slumz
Killing da beat wit heat on my tongue
Niggaz is dumb thinking I'm done
Keep one tucked you dumb f*cks
Cant keep up leaned in ya cup
My Slick talk make ya bitch walk
Wit no game let my rep talk
Dem clout games shit to a boss
Hop on da beat like i'm pissed off
Murder da track we nothing but facts
Den double right back in need of some more
Money Bagz Money Bagz run em run em fast
Get em (Get em)
Get a check flip a stack count racks run em fast get em
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Money Bagz Money Bagz run em run em fast
Get em (Get em)
Get a check flip a stack count racks run em fast get em
Dey dont want beef I'm killing da street
Bringing dem heat real Street
My stomach growl and im all beast
In broad day like police
Lick off a shot chip off da block
Dats royalty cant control me
Who's king of da city
757 since Roll Call Rec squads no pitty
Yall niggaz to giddy grime
Like Neptune's my next tune
Be a Murda Ink cuz my pen spill
I'm too trill wit dat vocab
Run up run up on your slab
Dont talk dat we count money bagz
Get doe nigga I want all dat
Den break her off like Kit Kats
We dont chit chat
We let it kick back
Sit back count stacks
Run it up money bagz moneyz bag
Cut a check live fast
Spit barz get ass
Come back do it again
Verse after verse kill many of men
Many of men wish death upon me
Keep and army damage together
A band of dem brothers
Spit nothing but murder
Den come back together
Like Wu Tang forever count doe
Money Bagz Money Bagz run em run em fast
Get em (Get em)
Get a check flip a stack count racks run em fast get em
Stack money bagz my shorty bad
Dominican wit dat Rican Flag
Dat brown skin like cinnamon
She a Bronx chix I'm so Brooklyn
Dats hip hop no Mona Scott
You can love dat you can get popped
Talking all dat tough shit
Like you bullet proof can't get hit
Ya rollie might not tick tick
Bet it slide and glide off ya wrist
Flash da heat melt da drip
Ante up come off of it quick
Get mashed out love of dem chips
Nothing but hits every bar hits
Like emptying clips da sound of da beast
My whole team dats real street
Since deep with my sunz deep in da slumz
Killing da beat wit heat on my tongue
Niggaz is dumb thinking I'm done
Keep one tucked you dumb f*cks
Cant keep up leaned in ya cup
My Slick talk make ya bitch walk
Wit no game let my rep talk
Dem clout games shit to a boss
Hop on da beat like i'm pissed off
Murder da track we nothing but facts
Den double right back in need of some more
Money Bagz Money Bagz run em run em fast
Get em (Get em)
Get a check flip a stack count racks run em fast get em
Get em (Get em)
Get a check flip a stack count racks run em fast get em
Dey dont want beef I'm killing da street
Bringing dem heat real Street
My stomach growl and im all beast
In broad day like police
Lick off a shot chip off da block
Dats royalty cant control me
Who's king of da city
757 since Roll Call Rec squads no pitty
Yall niggaz to giddy grime
Like Neptune's my next tune
Be a Murda Ink cuz my pen spill
I'm too trill wit dat vocab
Run up run up on your slab
Dont talk dat we count money bagz
Get doe nigga I want all dat
Den break her off like Kit Kats
We dont chit chat
We let it kick back
Sit back count stacks
Run it up money bagz moneyz bag
Cut a check live fast
Spit barz get ass
Come back do it again
Verse after verse kill many of men
Many of men wish death upon me
Keep and army damage together
A band of dem brothers
Spit nothing but murder
Den come back together
Like Wu Tang forever count doe
Money Bagz Money Bagz run em run em fast
Get em (Get em)
Get a check flip a stack count racks run em fast get em
Stack money bagz my shorty bad
Dominican wit dat Rican Flag
Dat brown skin like cinnamon
She a Bronx chix I'm so Brooklyn
Dats hip hop no Mona Scott
You can love dat you can get popped
Talking all dat tough shit
Like you bullet proof can't get hit
Ya rollie might not tick tick
Bet it slide and glide off ya wrist
Flash da heat melt da drip
Ante up come off of it quick
Get mashed out love of dem chips
Nothing but hits every bar hits
Like emptying clips da sound of da beast
My whole team dats real street
Since deep with my sunz deep in da slumz
Killing da beat wit heat on my tongue
Niggaz is dumb thinking I'm done
Keep one tucked you dumb f*cks
Cant keep up leaned in ya cup
My Slick talk make ya bitch walk
Wit no game let my rep talk
Dem clout games shit to a boss
Hop on da beat like i'm pissed off
Murder da track we nothing but facts
Den double right back in need of some more
Money Bagz Money Bagz run em run em fast
Get em (Get em)
Get a check flip a stack count racks run em fast get em
Writer: YUSEF BENBENU
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave