Yeah I'm just hopping in
First drop of the season
Came in like Taj Gib
Cut throat like the cold wind
Come hot like the heater
Yeah, I'm firing baby
And with my tongue
Imma bleed them
I ain't talking about bullets
When I say big shots
See the shade that she throwing
Yeah, a bitch hot
Keep on talking my name
Baby, a bitch hot
Players gonna play
While a cheater play
And get caught
Fresh cleats on the field
I'm running back bitches to rookies
Where the picks and plays
Bitches is all wannabe bullies
All worked off emotion
Yeah
With no motion
I'm looking for promotion
Yeah, start me a commotion
Catalog coming
I'm reloading on bars
They gassed up on the noise
They don't really go hard
Never been comfortable
I'm setting up
Plays into place
I'm the catch to a nigga
But won't bite on the bait
Aye
On the run to riches
Shoes they gotta be laced (laced)
Don't want smoke with a bitch
Blowing runtz to the face (face)
Non disclosure agreement needed
Can't catch a case
52 cards in a deck
I bet a pull a ace (ace)
Jack a ace of spades
Baby I run the game
Pull a seat at the table
Where it cost you to play
Of course they
Have something to say
It's always free to hate
It's giving 5 course
Meal on a plate
A bitch ate
I'm the point these bitches trynna prove
I'm the point these bitches trynna make
But can't get nothing but dick to move
He say he miss me (miss me)
Keep the talk for ya side piece
Boy, come dick me
A f*cking freak on the 'migo
The pussy sticky
The sheets get messy
Pull the camera out
Daddy
I'm feeling sexy
I'm too smooth with it
Still come rude in it
I'm a dangerous don
Loving on me is a problem
The shit they on
Yeah it's cool
But I raise the bar
The sky was never my limit
I was born a star
They ain't heard of me before
Bet they focus now
Imma tell you who I am
I don't need a crown
Never needed validation baby
This all authentic
They trynna Kiki in my face
Vibe is all synthetic
I know they sick of me
Already somebody call a medic
Imma keep running up the score
I'm athletic
On the run to riches
Shoes they gotta be laced (lace)
Don't want smoke with a bitch
Blowing runtz to the face (face)
Non disclosure agreement needed
Can't catch a case
52 cards in a deck
I bet a pull a ace (ace)
Jack a ace a spades
Baby I run the game
Pull a seat at the table
Where it cost you to play
Of course they got something to say
It's always free to hate
It's giving 5 course meal on a plate
A bitch ate
Fauxcuss - Run 2 Riches Lyrics
Fauxcuss - Run 2 Riches Lyrics
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Yeah I'm just hopping in
First drop of the season
Came in like Taj Gib
Cut throat like the cold wind
Come hot like the heater
Yeah, I'm firing baby
And with my tongue
Imma bleed them
I ain't talking about bullets
When I say big shots
See the shade that she throwing
Yeah, a bitch hot
Keep on talking my name
Baby, a bitch hot
Players gonna play
While a cheater play
And get caught
Fresh cleats on the field
I'm running back bitches to rookies
Where the picks and plays
Bitches is all wannabe bullies
All worked off emotion
Yeah
With no motion
I'm looking for promotion
Yeah, start me a commotion
Catalog coming
I'm reloading on bars
They gassed up on the noise
They don't really go hard
Never been comfortable
I'm setting up
Plays into place
I'm the catch to a nigga
But won't bite on the bait
Aye
On the run to riches
Shoes they gotta be laced (laced)
Don't want smoke with a bitch
Blowing runtz to the face (face)
Non disclosure agreement needed
Can't catch a case
52 cards in a deck
I bet a pull a ace (ace)
Jack a ace of spades
Baby I run the game
Pull a seat at the table
Where it cost you to play
Of course they
Have something to say
It's always free to hate
It's giving 5 course
Meal on a plate
A bitch ate
I'm the point these bitches trynna prove
I'm the point these bitches trynna make
But can't get nothing but dick to move
He say he miss me (miss me)
Keep the talk for ya side piece
Boy, come dick me
A f*cking freak on the 'migo
The pussy sticky
The sheets get messy
Pull the camera out
Daddy
I'm feeling sexy
I'm too smooth with it
Still come rude in it
I'm a dangerous don
Loving on me is a problem
The shit they on
Yeah it's cool
But I raise the bar
The sky was never my limit
I was born a star
They ain't heard of me before
Bet they focus now
Imma tell you who I am
I don't need a crown
Never needed validation baby
This all authentic
They trynna Kiki in my face
Vibe is all synthetic
I know they sick of me
Already somebody call a medic
Imma keep running up the score
I'm athletic
On the run to riches
Shoes they gotta be laced (lace)
Don't want smoke with a bitch
Blowing runtz to the face (face)
Non disclosure agreement needed
Can't catch a case
52 cards in a deck
I bet a pull a ace (ace)
Jack a ace a spades
Baby I run the game
Pull a seat at the table
Where it cost you to play
Of course they got something to say
It's always free to hate
It's giving 5 course meal on a plate
A bitch ate
First drop of the season
Came in like Taj Gib
Cut throat like the cold wind
Come hot like the heater
Yeah, I'm firing baby
And with my tongue
Imma bleed them
I ain't talking about bullets
When I say big shots
See the shade that she throwing
Yeah, a bitch hot
Keep on talking my name
Baby, a bitch hot
Players gonna play
While a cheater play
And get caught
Fresh cleats on the field
I'm running back bitches to rookies
Where the picks and plays
Bitches is all wannabe bullies
All worked off emotion
Yeah
With no motion
I'm looking for promotion
Yeah, start me a commotion
Catalog coming
I'm reloading on bars
They gassed up on the noise
They don't really go hard
Never been comfortable
I'm setting up
Plays into place
I'm the catch to a nigga
But won't bite on the bait
Aye
On the run to riches
Shoes they gotta be laced (laced)
Don't want smoke with a bitch
Blowing runtz to the face (face)
Non disclosure agreement needed
Can't catch a case
52 cards in a deck
I bet a pull a ace (ace)
Jack a ace of spades
Baby I run the game
Pull a seat at the table
Where it cost you to play
Of course they
Have something to say
It's always free to hate
It's giving 5 course
Meal on a plate
A bitch ate
I'm the point these bitches trynna prove
I'm the point these bitches trynna make
But can't get nothing but dick to move
He say he miss me (miss me)
Keep the talk for ya side piece
Boy, come dick me
A f*cking freak on the 'migo
The pussy sticky
The sheets get messy
Pull the camera out
Daddy
I'm feeling sexy
I'm too smooth with it
Still come rude in it
I'm a dangerous don
Loving on me is a problem
The shit they on
Yeah it's cool
But I raise the bar
The sky was never my limit
I was born a star
They ain't heard of me before
Bet they focus now
Imma tell you who I am
I don't need a crown
Never needed validation baby
This all authentic
They trynna Kiki in my face
Vibe is all synthetic
I know they sick of me
Already somebody call a medic
Imma keep running up the score
I'm athletic
On the run to riches
Shoes they gotta be laced (lace)
Don't want smoke with a bitch
Blowing runtz to the face (face)
Non disclosure agreement needed
Can't catch a case
52 cards in a deck
I bet a pull a ace (ace)
Jack a ace a spades
Baby I run the game
Pull a seat at the table
Where it cost you to play
Of course they got something to say
It's always free to hate
It's giving 5 course meal on a plate
A bitch ate
Writer: Jasmine Camille
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC