Time to run me some racks up, stack that shit from the floor
Money turn her to a dancer, told her to pop it some more
Call my phone won't answer, bitch I'm running the road
Look like I sold me a knot today, tag still on my clothes
Really I'm one of them ones
Never scared I tote my gun
Run up on me I bang, and I got real good aim
Niggas try to take my drip, they want the same thing
I wanna f*ck that girl, she wanna tatt' my name
When it come to me it's different, me and you not the same thing
Know we got a whole lotta money, niggas dressed in all black like Bruce Wayne
Might tell her I love her but it won't be the same when I catch that mood swing
Couple sticks in the car and I'm with my goons lil nigga like gang gang
I'mma twist my fingers if you put me on camera might think I gang-bang
But I'm on some other shit
I lost me a bitch got another bitch
I'm chasing the money in love with it, I run up a bag and I double it
I run off you then I sell the shit
Niggas ain't really ooters' they babysitting the pistol
I bus ya medulla if my shooter don't do it, new clip in the glick and it look like a ruler
I link with the bitch then I chop her and screw her
Wanna do it like this better get you some moola
Nigga better run up a bag, ain't no way I'm going out sad
She just asked me for money, I ain't got shit for a hoe don't make me mad
Time to run me some racks up, stack that shit from the floor
Money turn her to a dancer, told her to pop it some more
Call my phone won't answer, bitch I'm running the road
Look like I sold me a knot today, tag still on my clothes
Really I'm one of them ones
Never scared I tote my gun
Run up on me I bang, and I got real good aim
Niggas try to take my drip, they want the same thing
I wanna f*ck that girl, she wanna tatt' my name
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Time to run me some racks up, stack that shit from the floor
Money turn her to a dancer, told her to pop it some more
Call my phone won't answer, bitch I'm running the road
Look like I sold me a knot today, tag still on my clothes
Really I'm one of them ones
Never scared I tote my gun
Run up on me I bang, and I got real good aim
Niggas try to take my drip, they want the same thing
I wanna f*ck that girl, she wanna tatt' my name
When it come to me it's different, me and you not the same thing
Know we got a whole lotta money, niggas dressed in all black like Bruce Wayne
Might tell her I love her but it won't be the same when I catch that mood swing
Couple sticks in the car and I'm with my goons lil nigga like gang gang
I'mma twist my fingers if you put me on camera might think I gang-bang
But I'm on some other shit
I lost me a bitch got another bitch
I'm chasing the money in love with it, I run up a bag and I double it
I run off you then I sell the shit
Niggas ain't really ooters' they babysitting the pistol
I bus ya medulla if my shooter don't do it, new clip in the glick and it look like a ruler
I link with the bitch then I chop her and screw her
Wanna do it like this better get you some moola
Nigga better run up a bag, ain't no way I'm going out sad
She just asked me for money, I ain't got shit for a hoe don't make me mad
Time to run me some racks up, stack that shit from the floor
Money turn her to a dancer, told her to pop it some more
Call my phone won't answer, bitch I'm running the road
Look like I sold me a knot today, tag still on my clothes
Really I'm one of them ones
Never scared I tote my gun
Run up on me I bang, and I got real good aim
Niggas try to take my drip, they want the same thing
I wanna f*ck that girl, she wanna tatt' my name
Money turn her to a dancer, told her to pop it some more
Call my phone won't answer, bitch I'm running the road
Look like I sold me a knot today, tag still on my clothes
Really I'm one of them ones
Never scared I tote my gun
Run up on me I bang, and I got real good aim
Niggas try to take my drip, they want the same thing
I wanna f*ck that girl, she wanna tatt' my name
When it come to me it's different, me and you not the same thing
Know we got a whole lotta money, niggas dressed in all black like Bruce Wayne
Might tell her I love her but it won't be the same when I catch that mood swing
Couple sticks in the car and I'm with my goons lil nigga like gang gang
I'mma twist my fingers if you put me on camera might think I gang-bang
But I'm on some other shit
I lost me a bitch got another bitch
I'm chasing the money in love with it, I run up a bag and I double it
I run off you then I sell the shit
Niggas ain't really ooters' they babysitting the pistol
I bus ya medulla if my shooter don't do it, new clip in the glick and it look like a ruler
I link with the bitch then I chop her and screw her
Wanna do it like this better get you some moola
Nigga better run up a bag, ain't no way I'm going out sad
She just asked me for money, I ain't got shit for a hoe don't make me mad
Time to run me some racks up, stack that shit from the floor
Money turn her to a dancer, told her to pop it some more
Call my phone won't answer, bitch I'm running the road
Look like I sold me a knot today, tag still on my clothes
Really I'm one of them ones
Never scared I tote my gun
Run up on me I bang, and I got real good aim
Niggas try to take my drip, they want the same thing
I wanna f*ck that girl, she wanna tatt' my name
Writer: Jaylin Baskerville
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