Gimme the bag and i be running fast, running fast
f#ck these b#tches i be getting cash, getting cash
I’m not the type to just do it last, do it last
Eating good and just smoking gas, smoking gas
Gimme the bag i be running fast
400 miles on the dash, i be going fast
All these b#tches dont know, i keep it on the low
We be big balling in the benz and we do it for sho
We do it triple b’s we shooting buckets, lights out, steph for the three
I been hella stressed lately i be smoking trees
Ice on my neck, its likе i freeze
Put her in the whip gеt the mfing keys
I didn’t wanna do it but i pulled it out
n#gg#s tryna jump me but i shot him in his mouth
They be tryna judge me but i told whats it about
I made that mfer take another route
Gimme the bag and i be running fast, running fast
f#ck these b#tches i be getting cash, getting cash
I’m not the type to just do it last, do it last
Eating good and just smoking gas, smoking gas
Gimme the bag i be running fast
400 miles on the dash, i be going fast
All these b#tches dont know, i keep it on the low
We be big balling in the benz and we do it for sho
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Bimberino Lyrics – Runnin’ Fast