Runnin' to the Money
Yeah, Ok
It's ya boy Clouds
Yeah
I'm running to the money, yeah
I'm running to the money
I'm runnin' to the money, yeah
I'm runnin' to the money
And I ain't slowing down
No, I ain't slowing down
I'm runnin' to the money, yeah
I'm runnin' to the money
I'm runnin' to the money, I'm always paper chasin
If you ain't talkin money, we can't have no conversation
I'm addicted to the hustle, I owe it to the avenue
Big Meezy that's my muscle, now, what the fuck y'all tryin to do
I run it up in these air max, big bag, my pockets full
High as fuck of these cloud packs, I'm a big boss, I got big pull
I've been going state-to-state, building up my network
I'm tryna reach the point where Forbes is talking bout my net-worth
I'm on another level, ain't nothin bout me regular
It ain't even fair, I'm a thousand steps ahead of ya
Baby I'm a hustler, best believe I'm gettin mine
Ready, set, go! Holla! Catch me at the finish line
I'm running to the money, yeah
I'm running to the money
I'm runnin' to the money, yeah
I'm runnin' to the money
And I ain't slowing down
No, I ain't slowing down
I'm runnin' to the money, yeah
I'm runnin' to the money
Hustle, hustle, hustle! I'm always chasin' chicken
They say that time is money, well, time is always tickin'
And I ain't bout to waste a single second, I'm a get it
I been workin everyday around the clock, I'm so committed
Got the whole city behind me, y'all ain't fuckin wit me
All my diamonds dancin, I feel just like Diddy
I knew my time was coming, I made something out of nothin
I jumped off the porch and then I hit the ground runnin'
Y'all wasn't ready for me, I came in like a wrecking ball
I used to sell that Miley Cyrus, now I spit that fentanyl
I'm focused on the finish line, homie I don't fuck around
Y'all ain't ever catching up, I ain't ever slowing down
I'm running to the money, yeah
I'm running to the money
I'm runnin' to the money, yeah
I'm runnin' to the money
And I ain't slowing down
No, I ain't slowing down
I'm runnin' to the money, yeah
I'm runnin' to the money
Get that cash, get that guap
Get the bag, hit the block
Break it down, pack for pack
Sell it all, bring it back
Get that cash, get that guap
Get the bag, hit the block
Break it down, pack for pack
Sell it all, bring it back
It's ya boy Clouds
Yeah
I'm running to the money, yeah
I'm running to the money
I'm runnin' to the money, yeah
I'm runnin' to the money
And I ain't slowing down
No, I ain't slowing down
I'm runnin' to the money, yeah
I'm runnin' to the money
I'm runnin' to the money, I'm always paper chasin
If you ain't talkin money, we can't have no conversation
I'm addicted to the hustle, I owe it to the avenue
Big Meezy that's my muscle, now, what the fuck y'all tryin to do
I run it up in these air max, big bag, my pockets full
High as fuck of these cloud packs, I'm a big boss, I got big pull
I've been going state-to-state, building up my network
I'm tryna reach the point where Forbes is talking bout my net-worth
I'm on another level, ain't nothin bout me regular
It ain't even fair, I'm a thousand steps ahead of ya
Baby I'm a hustler, best believe I'm gettin mine
Ready, set, go! Holla! Catch me at the finish line
I'm running to the money, yeah
I'm running to the money
I'm runnin' to the money, yeah
I'm runnin' to the money
And I ain't slowing down
No, I ain't slowing down
I'm runnin' to the money, yeah
I'm runnin' to the money
Hustle, hustle, hustle! I'm always chasin' chicken
They say that time is money, well, time is always tickin'
And I ain't bout to waste a single second, I'm a get it
I been workin everyday around the clock, I'm so committed
Got the whole city behind me, y'all ain't fuckin wit me
All my diamonds dancin, I feel just like Diddy
I knew my time was coming, I made something out of nothin
I jumped off the porch and then I hit the ground runnin'
Y'all wasn't ready for me, I came in like a wrecking ball
I used to sell that Miley Cyrus, now I spit that fentanyl
I'm focused on the finish line, homie I don't fuck around
Y'all ain't ever catching up, I ain't ever slowing down
I'm running to the money, yeah
I'm running to the money
I'm runnin' to the money, yeah
I'm runnin' to the money
And I ain't slowing down
No, I ain't slowing down
I'm runnin' to the money, yeah
I'm runnin' to the money
Get that cash, get that guap
Get the bag, hit the block
Break it down, pack for pack
Sell it all, bring it back
Get that cash, get that guap
Get the bag, hit the block
Break it down, pack for pack
Sell it all, bring it back
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Writer(s): Kevin Gillette
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