Bag Season (Explicit)
Stan Courtois & Felly, Trip Carter"Bag Season (Explicit)" is a song by Stan Courtois & Felly, Trip Carter, released in 2017 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:33 long and contains 85 lines and 483 words.
Lyrics
0:00Run up the cash already
0:02I need the bag already
0:04F**k up the raps till I'm zooming
0:06Straight to the racks and the money
0:07To the racks
0:08Run up the cash already
0:10I need the bag already
0:12Turn on the flash and illuminate the bag
0:14And I be on one
0:17Them bags is never close for comfort
0:20Yeah yeah
0:21I need it bad I need some commas
0:25Sh*t I can't pass up on another
0:28Boy don't be acting like my friends
0:30That's that mulah
0:31Run up the bag already
0:33Cash the vocabulary
0:34Them hoes see me working hard
0:35They attracted to me
0:36Don't gotta run from no a** and titties
0:37Lord knows how I get it
0:39Free throws and a tinted
0:40Imma reload till I'm finished
0:41Everywhere that we go
0:42Baby bend it backwards for me
0:43I give it to her she give it right back on to me
0:45I need d'usse on my low days
0:48Been working man there's no play
0:50Run from my broke days
0:52This for the rest of ya
0:53Pimping ain't easy but it sure is fun
0:55Can't f**k with a real one
0:56Your my sons
0:56They see me drop sweat
0:57They say are we done
0:58But bag season just begun
1:00Motherf**ker gone get ya' some
1:01Run up the cash already
1:03I need the bag already
1:05F**k up the raps till I'm zooming
1:07Straight to the racks and the money
1:08To the racks
1:09Run up the cash already
1:11I need the bag already
1:13Turn on the flash and illuminate the bag
1:16And I be on one
1:19Them bags is never close for comfort
1:21Run it sack it get it
1:22I need it bad I need some commas
1:26Sh*t I can't pass up on another
1:29Boy don't be acting like my friends
1:31That's that mulah
1:32See me workin' hard
1:32I'm still feeling like a ya'll
1:33But the feeling all gone
1:34When the place go dumb
1:37Yeah yeah yeah
1:39Being on the moon
1:40Everybody want a little something
1:41Want a little something
1:42But do they show up f**k 'em yeah yeah
1:47Know that I'm gifted
1:48Know that sh*t scripted
1:50Know that I used to be counting my digits
1:52On a couple of fingers
1:53Shout out to Richard
1:55Had to spend some G's
1:56On the spot in NYZ
1:58Where I can cook up all I need
2:00Make some M's and rest in peace
2:02Can a young in just
2:03Run up the cash already
2:05I need the bag already
2:07F**k up the raps till I'm zooming
2:09Straight to the racks and the money
2:10To the motherf**kin' racks now
2:11Run up the cash already
2:12I need the bag already
2:14Turn on the flash and illuminate the bag
2:17And I be on one
2:20Them bags is never close for comfort
2:24I need it bad I need some commas
2:28Sh*t I can't pass up on another
2:31Boy don't be acting like my friends
2:33That's that mulah
Run up the cash already I need the bag already F**k up the raps till I'm zooming Straight to the racks and the money To the 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 Sh*t 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 a** 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 f**k with a real one Your my sons They see me drop sweat They say are we done But bag season just begun Motherf**ker gone get ya' some Run up the cash already I need the bag already F**k up the raps till I'm zooming Straight to the racks and the money To the 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 Sh*t 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 f**k 'em yeah yeah Know that I'm gifted Know that sh*t scripted Know that I used to be counting my digits On a couple of fingers Shout out 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 young in just Run up the cash already I need the bag already F**k up the raps till I'm zooming Straight to the racks and the money To the motherf**kin' 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 Sh*t I can't pass up on another Boy don't be acting like my friends That's that mulah
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