Lyrics

Gimme the bag
I don’t even like to brag
I’m just trying to get the bag
Run it, run it, count it, count it, stack it, stack it up
I don’t even like to brag
Run it, run it, count it, count it, stack it, stack it up
I’m just trying to get the bag

I don’t even like to brag, I’m just trying to get the bag
I’m just trying to get the bag, I’m just trying to get the bag
I say run it, count it, stack it up
Run it, count it, stack it up

I don’t even like to brag, I’m just trying to get the bag
I’m just trying to get the bag, I’m just trying to get the bag
I say run it, count it, stack it up
Run it, run it, count it, count it, stack it, stack it up

Y'all still just talking bout the
Green backs, guapo
Cheddar cheese, dinero
Acting like celebrities and showing off your zeros

But what about that office lease?
S-Corp with the lion's piece?
Ownership, property
Stock ops & monopolies
Don't have to Stevie Wonder
I'm a pirate for the plunder
Make no foul up, bleeps or blunders
Never slumber with the numbers
Make the grab, get the bag
Wring the riches out ya rags
Pay the tab then we reinvest
Before we pop the tags
I don't dab (never had a dab)
More like 'Abinadab'
You's a fad like insurance ads
I'm like a pen and pad
Don’t get mad when you see us
Putting numbers on the board
Or when VA address the trio as
The Queen, Sire & Lord
My favorite place the paper chase
Buying time & making space
Every time you see us
Look like ducats flying in your face

NFTs, C.O.D
Cash, crypto currency
So long we can spend it
We gone stack it with the urgency

Run it, count it, stack it up
I don’t even like to brag, I’m just trying to get the bag
I’m just trying to get the bag, I’m just trying to get the bag
I say run it, run it, count it, count it, stack it, stack it up
Run it, run it, count it, count it, stack it, stack it up

I don’t even like to brag, I’m just trying to get the bag
I’m just trying to get the bag, I’m just trying to get the bag
I say run it, count it, stack it up
Run it, count it, stack it up

You know I gotta get that almighty dollar
With a bunch of O’s and commas
I take cash, credit or check
Man, don’t play with my moolah
Break my stacks down in sets
Put up half in the cooler
Other half in the safe
Then it’s back to the paper chase
Talking racks on racks on racks
Bunch a Benjamins and Jacks
The funds can come in fives tens & ones
To me it’s still scratch
Everyday I gotta eat
I got a fetish for the green
All I’m thinking is 'Cha-Ching'
When I hear that money machine
Look that bread mixed with that cake dough
Cream filling my bankroll
Bout to take a trip down to Mexico
To do a quick flip & make some pesos
It just don’t get no better
Need that cheese & mozzarella
Gimme that Swiss miss with that feta
Provolone, I need that cheddar
Take them tax returns
E.B.T
Food stamps
P.P.P
Got debit? Don’t sweat it
Payment plans can work for me
Don’t care if it’s stock shares overseas
Yeah, I’ll go there
Make a home there if it’s dough there
& my bank account is gonna grow there

Run it, count it, stack it up
I don’t even like to brag, I’m just trying to get the bag
I’m just trying to get the bag, I’m just trying to get the bag
I say run it, run it, count it, count it, stack it, stack it up
Run it, run it, count it, count it, stack it, stack it up

I don’t even like to brag, I’m just trying to get the bag
I’m just trying to get the bag, I’m just trying to get the bag
I say run it, count it, stack it up
Run it, count it, stack it up