CDZ! - Money Bag Lyrics

Don't let them niggas approach ya man
They want a handout just to hold some bands
Why they hand out like Uncle Sam

Lookin for the taxes you taxin on me lil nigga money slow like mollases

I ain't really tryna fit the mold like Cassius, clay
They just wanna know where the cash is
My nigga got a toe tag bachelors sweet
They tell me that the black life's matter
But tell me why we still dyin in these streets

I come from backwoods backwoods
Where shit is quiet so you think it's all good
But these niggas plotting on you when they see you good
And we ain't got time to pay attention to the looks
And we just keep on countin dirty money like crooks

I come from the backwoods where we smoke good and all my niggas ballin
Thirsty hoes and lame niggas wanna hate on us cause we flexin on em
I'm so fly that I grew wings and I took flight to reach 30000
Mama told me Ima be legend and a fuckin blessing Ima money counter

I just might run up the bag

I just might run up a bag
She just might go pop a tag
He just might go pop a seal
I'd rather run up a bag

Money money on my mind homie
Ain't nothing but the green on me
That's yo girl she a feind for me

Damn

Did we pick this cotton for money
This shit got me actin real funny
We all just a slave to the pay so we gotta keep hustling on me ain't no struggling
I
Told my whole family we comin

But know that this money means nothing
I'm here for the taking and changing the public im not wit the fakes always flashing my money

I come from the backwoods where we smoke good and all my niggas ballin
Thirsty hoes and lame niggas wanna hate on us cause we flexin on em
I'm so fly that I grew wings and I took flight to reach 30000
Mama told me Ima be legend and a fuckin blessing Ima money counter

I just might run up the bag