paroles de chanson Get the Bag Jones (Interlude) - Flow Jones Jr.

Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (Jones! Ahhh)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)

I'm runnin' I'm runnin' I'm runnin' I run it fast (I can't breathe)
I'm countin' I'm countin I'm countin' I count up the cash (Count up the cash)
All of the weird shit you doing, I swear it won't last (No, it won't last)
You going out sad fam (You mad)
You going out mad (Whoo)
I'm still with the rags no riches (I'm broke)
You talking bags, I'm listening (I'm listening)
You know I don't brag, I'm different (No)
I'm sure you can tell I'm dripping' (Drippin)
Can't put a sale on this fit (Uh uuh)
Wait, you ain't rapping you auditioning (Actor)
You copy styles you're a gimmick
Wait, I'm front line if it's litty (Rhaaa)
I'm about mine palm itchin' (I need it)
Stop sign it can miss me (Rhaa)
Don't miss a day I'm committed (Workin')
If I'm not paid then I'm busy

Still got a long way to go (I do)
I done seen so many niggers fold (Facts)
They burning the bread, these niggers toast (uuuuh)
I'm taking my shot, look how the industry pose
You hot next minute you're cold
Shit getting easy, I changed up the mode
I need connections, gimme the code (Code)
Never switched up on the team, only the coach
Smoke in the basement, mixing the highs and the lows
Gimme a chance and I go
Even the slightest, I might just go 'head and just blow
Might do one take and upload
My lines doing numbers barcode (Barcode)
I'm kinda unknown
Please call me get the bag Jones
No I don't smoke but my wrist getting stoned
Don't miss going broke
Admit it, you see me I'm cold
The minute you leaving she boned
These writtens, they lifting they getting so tall
Your shit getting old, you selling your soul (Whoo)
You're losing control

Been smoking your ass it's time that I'm moving the coal (Move the coal)
Yeah, You're going out bad, I swear your shit getting spoilt (Uuuhh)
You losing your drive, think it's about time you get towed (Skrr)
Yeah, yeah
You juh be always so mad (Mad)
You like a bitch with no ass (Yes)
Or like a bitch with no dad (Dad)
Wait, I just setup the cam (Yes)
She gon' get her revenge (Yes)
I hope you hoes understand (Yes)
I really don't have no plans to keep ya
Really don't got romantic features
Swallow the egg like damn it's Easter
Never cheat on the barber or the dealer
I spoke to God, hope my pockets get deeper
I saw my problems lesson that's a teacher
Smoking on psychedelic and sativa (Whoo)
This year I'm taking shots like tequila
This year I'm reaching goals, ain't no keeper (Hey)
Mona Lisa, can't keep her
Cause I am a dreamer
Been flying, I'm reaching
Been eyeing my demons
It's rare I'm sleepin'
You can tell I'm eager to get it all (Get it all)
I really have failed and taken loses
Don't come to the table, you ain't boss bitch (No way you ain't boss bitch)