Running Back (feat. Lil Wayne)

Bitches want money stacks

I just want my percent

She told me to hit the hole

I used to play running back

You **** be fumbling

Don't you give 'em no gun again

These bitches be flying out here

'Cause money be coming in

Said the money be coming in

The money be coming in

The money be coming in

The money be coming in

See you **** just run your mouth, yeah

My ****, we run this shit

The money be coming in

The money be coming in

Look

My bitch is on Tumblr

Yo bitch need a tummy tuck

Since Jesus and Nazareth

The realest you've come across

I be with killers just coming home

They only hope is me and the Quran

They only wish is for that new chain

But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet

I get the money stacked

See, the moon's where it's sunny at

And I move where the realest beat

And the quickest, see, baby, you gettin' lapped

Yeah, the DMV on the map

That's a city, two states, if you can count

I'm as real as I say, I never lie

So whenever I go, know I'm runnin' back

Bitches want money stacks

I just want my percent

She told me to hit the hole

I used to play running back

You **** be fumbling

Don't you give 'em no gun again

These bitches be flying out here

'Cause money be coming in

Said the money be coming in

The money be coming in

The money be coming in

The money be coming in

See you **** just run your mouth

My ****, we run this shit

The money be coming in

The money be coming in

These bitches want money stacks

Me, I want a hundred stacks

These bitches selling their soul

While I want my money back

She bouncing like jumping jacks

But she got a funny ass

Look what them booty shots done to that

That bitch need her money back

Lord, she like the finer things

She said I sent her a diamond ring

She say I buy her all kind of things

She lie about everything

I put her on time out and everything

I cut the bitch off like a thread of string

These hoes'll say about anything

'Cause they know that y'all believe everything

That's why I get high about everything

All of this fog like the weather strange

Turn the strip club to a hurricane

We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang

And we do not play games with money, man

She do something strange for money, man

Yeah, I used to play running back

I turn that football to a money bag

Gone

Bitches want money stacks

I just want my percent (Yeah)

She told me to hit the hole

I used to play running back (Yeah)

You **** be fumbling

Don't you give 'em no gun again (Yeah)

These bitches be flying out here

'Cause money be coming in (Eh)

Said the money be coming in (Eh)

The money be coming in (Eh)

The money be coming in (Eh)

The money be coming in (Eh)

See you **** just run your mouth, yeah (We ballin')

My ****, we run this shit (We ballin')

The money be coming in (We ballin')

The money be coming in

Ballin'

We ballin', we ballin'

Ballin', ballin'

Hey darling (Hey darlin')

Sweet darling (Hey darlin')

You know we ballin'

We ballin'

Moula baby! Yeah, Blue moon!

We gon' ball all season, whole season, and post season

No reason!

Fuck with me