Lets get it, let's get it, I want them racks in my pocket
I wanna get me some money so they respect when I'm talkin
My shorty can pop it but she just pop it for me though
Ya boys down on sixth street but I can't f*ck with them guidos
Ya boys down on Rainey but I can't f*ck with them yuppies
White boys getting mad they tinder date wanna f*ck me
They jeans are still Lucky I want to cop me some Balmain
Gettin locked for dna never cut the ball chain
Coach told you get ya weight up what the f*ck did y'all gain
You still acting like they love you they just f*ck with y'all brain
Couples acting like it all love on Facebook
See them in person you can tell by how they face look
It's bullshit
Run it back, run it back, run it back
That's none yo lil bizness lil boy so please don't ask
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Said why you worried bout my life go get some cash
Go get some money boy, don't just complain about it
If they won't hire you then hustle till you ain't about it
Look how you came up out it, young nigga winnin
They don't want to see you shining f*ckin up they dinner
I'm on metro boomin, they on lynard skynrd
Can't forgive me of my sins shit I was born a sinner
Momma didn't want me pass me to the left
Now I'm ballin out I'll probably do this to my death
Now she got a family, and I want a Grammy
Ain't that some shit, now I might cop the lammy
Stuntin on my ex mom what the f*ck you mean
I ain't got no soul said I just want the cream
Run it back, run it back, run it back
That's none yo lil bizness lil boy so please don't ask
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Said why you worried bout my life go get some cash
Guap guap guap guap guapcheesimo
I think I need it though, they don't even know
She close her eyes while y'all f*ckin who she dreamin of
Oh I just think too much
Oh I just play too much
They play with guns won't throw no hands they scared of leakin bruh
Oh I'm just geekin bruh
Oh it's the weekend bruh
No days off, non stop
Probably make another beat or I'm just tweaking one
Or write another one
Whatchu waiting for nobody's gonna put you on
You gotta go get it for we too close to the sun
You gotta go get it for we too close to the sun
Whatchu waiting for nobody's gonna put you on
Run it back, run it back, run it back
That's none yo lil bizness lil boy so please don't ask
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Said why you worried bout my life go get some cash
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Lets get it, let's get it, I want them racks in my pocket
I wanna get me some money so they respect when I'm talkin
My shorty can pop it but she just pop it for me though
Ya boys down on sixth street but I can't f*ck with them guidos
Ya boys down on Rainey but I can't f*ck with them yuppies
White boys getting mad they tinder date wanna f*ck me
They jeans are still Lucky I want to cop me some Balmain
Gettin locked for dna never cut the ball chain
Coach told you get ya weight up what the f*ck did y'all gain
You still acting like they love you they just f*ck with y'all brain
Couples acting like it all love on Facebook
See them in person you can tell by how they face look
It's bullshit
Run it back, run it back, run it back
That's none yo lil bizness lil boy so please don't ask
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Said why you worried bout my life go get some cash
Go get some money boy, don't just complain about it
If they won't hire you then hustle till you ain't about it
Look how you came up out it, young nigga winnin
They don't want to see you shining f*ckin up they dinner
I'm on metro boomin, they on lynard skynrd
Can't forgive me of my sins shit I was born a sinner
Momma didn't want me pass me to the left
Now I'm ballin out I'll probably do this to my death
Now she got a family, and I want a Grammy
Ain't that some shit, now I might cop the lammy
Stuntin on my ex mom what the f*ck you mean
I ain't got no soul said I just want the cream
Run it back, run it back, run it back
That's none yo lil bizness lil boy so please don't ask
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Said why you worried bout my life go get some cash
Guap guap guap guap guapcheesimo
I think I need it though, they don't even know
She close her eyes while y'all f*ckin who she dreamin of
Oh I just think too much
Oh I just play too much
They play with guns won't throw no hands they scared of leakin bruh
Oh I'm just geekin bruh
Oh it's the weekend bruh
No days off, non stop
Probably make another beat or I'm just tweaking one
Or write another one
Whatchu waiting for nobody's gonna put you on
You gotta go get it for we too close to the sun
You gotta go get it for we too close to the sun
Whatchu waiting for nobody's gonna put you on
Run it back, run it back, run it back
That's none yo lil bizness lil boy so please don't ask
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Said why you worried bout my life go get some cash
I wanna get me some money so they respect when I'm talkin
My shorty can pop it but she just pop it for me though
Ya boys down on sixth street but I can't f*ck with them guidos
Ya boys down on Rainey but I can't f*ck with them yuppies
White boys getting mad they tinder date wanna f*ck me
They jeans are still Lucky I want to cop me some Balmain
Gettin locked for dna never cut the ball chain
Coach told you get ya weight up what the f*ck did y'all gain
You still acting like they love you they just f*ck with y'all brain
Couples acting like it all love on Facebook
See them in person you can tell by how they face look
It's bullshit
Run it back, run it back, run it back
That's none yo lil bizness lil boy so please don't ask
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Said why you worried bout my life go get some cash
Go get some money boy, don't just complain about it
If they won't hire you then hustle till you ain't about it
Look how you came up out it, young nigga winnin
They don't want to see you shining f*ckin up they dinner
I'm on metro boomin, they on lynard skynrd
Can't forgive me of my sins shit I was born a sinner
Momma didn't want me pass me to the left
Now I'm ballin out I'll probably do this to my death
Now she got a family, and I want a Grammy
Ain't that some shit, now I might cop the lammy
Stuntin on my ex mom what the f*ck you mean
I ain't got no soul said I just want the cream
Run it back, run it back, run it back
That's none yo lil bizness lil boy so please don't ask
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Said why you worried bout my life go get some cash
Guap guap guap guap guapcheesimo
I think I need it though, they don't even know
She close her eyes while y'all f*ckin who she dreamin of
Oh I just think too much
Oh I just play too much
They play with guns won't throw no hands they scared of leakin bruh
Oh I'm just geekin bruh
Oh it's the weekend bruh
No days off, non stop
Probably make another beat or I'm just tweaking one
Or write another one
Whatchu waiting for nobody's gonna put you on
You gotta go get it for we too close to the sun
You gotta go get it for we too close to the sun
Whatchu waiting for nobody's gonna put you on
Run it back, run it back, run it back
That's none yo lil bizness lil boy so please don't ask
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Said why you worried bout my life go get some cash
Writer: Click-Clack
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid