Bag Season by Felly Lyrics
[Hook: Trip Carter & Felly]
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
[Verse 1: Felly]
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
[Hook: Trip Carter Felly]
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
[Verse 2: Felly]
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
[Hook: Trip Carter & Felly]
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
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
[Verse 1: Felly]
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
[Hook: Trip Carter Felly]
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
[Verse 2: Felly]
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
[Hook: Trip Carter & Felly]
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