Runnin Thru Plastic

(One more time) (Don't even know what the fuck goin' on) (Runnin' through these bags, nigga) (Look at these bags, nigga) Runnin' through these bags I just can't help it, I'm feelin' myself Pocket rocket on me, keep it by my 50 belt Balenciaga, what she rockin' Hold that Prada, make her melt Paved my own road to be rich Get right, don't get left I used to fade, raid, raid with my niggas by that fountain Watch me count it up, count it up Lil' bitch might move my mountain These them things we do Them Glocks and sticks might change the mood Diamonds hit like (fah, fah) huh Bitch, I really do this Bitch, I did it, y'all done seen it Who'd have thought 'bout all these women I could've really used your presence, though Bitch, I been that motherfucker Clutchin' on that motherfucker Ready to blow this motherfucker I wish I would've listened, though I been on this grind, I'm wastin' days Like I got time to waste Chanel rag 'round my head At least I'm drippin' on my dying day I been bagged off Perkies, couple bars Seen a couple stars Keep them fuck niggas from around my way 'Cause I'm already scarred Brand new Rollie, I think my wrist a nympho Bitch I'm way too cold like choppas That y'all niggas claim to blow I pulled up fresher than a pack of rubbers, fasho All these emotions, roll the blunt Call up yo' bitch phone Runnin' through these bags I just can't help it, I'm feelin' myself Pocket rocket on me, keep it by my 50 belt Balenciaga, what she rockin' Hold that Prada, make her melt Paved my own road to be rich Get right, don't get left I used to fade, raid, raid with my niggas by that fountain Watch me count it up, count it up Lil' bitch might move my mountain These them things we do Them Glocks and sticks might change the mood Diamonds hit like (fah, fah) huh