Run It Back (feat. 03 Greedo)

We was gettin' money
We was gettin' money
(Take some of that bass out, Bruce)
(Ron-Ron, do that shit)

We was gettin' money, tryna rack that cash up
This the type of money that'll back that ass up
Don't be actin' funny when you clap that ass up
Shorty, you better not act up
We was gettin' money, tryna rack that cash up
This the type of money that'll back that ass up
Don't be actin' funny when you clap that ass up
Shorty, you better not act up

Niggas workin' with the feds, yeah, they dead, yeah
I'm just smokin', countin' bread, yeah, pop meds, yeah
I'ma grab her by the hair, yeah, like hell yeah
I'ma grab her by the hair, yeah, like hell yeah
I'ma fuck her by the throat now, she go down
All my niggas got the boats now, you know how
We be rockin' off the cocaine, the whole town
Wanna fuck with a nigga now, I hold it down
Yung Joc on a nigga now, she goin' down
Yung Joc on a nigga now, she goin' down
Got the pipe like a plumber, nigga
I'm a drummer, nigga
Free Greedo, all my motherfuckin' Drummer niggas

Yeah, that kitty cat, give me that
I'm the type of nigga break your back, then run it back
Pussy soakin' on my fuckin' lap, she love the dad
I'ma hit it, make him fuckin' mad, I make a mess
She a muhfuckin' get it girl, so get it, girl
I'm that nigga, that nigga, nigga, that hit it, girl

Bitch, I'm that nigga, just listen
Pistols in the party, nigga, I can feel the tension
They don't want us in the hood like a fucked up engine
Bitch, if you can't take the heat, get out my muhfuckin' kitchen
Shout out all my shooters, couple names I can't mention
When your mama told you stay away from the gang, you shoulda listened
When I wake up in the mornin', all I'm thinkin' 'bout is checking
Whack a nigga then I'm tourin', shoulda kept me out your middle
Pull up on my opps, we got 'em sick as hell, that nigga tellin'
They like, Lil' Rob, you slick as hell, my niggas felons
Where I'm from, bitch, we don't do the drugs, lil' bitch, we sellin'
Said where I'm from, bitch, we don't do the drugs, lil' bitch, we sellin'

Bitch, I'm tryna go, yeah, I'm rockin' shows, yeah
Throw that money on the floor, yeah, I'm fuckin' hoes, yeah
Serve a pussy on my phone, yeah, I'm crackin' codes, yeah
If we beefin' let me know, yeah, I'm finna blow, yeah
Young nigga need a city chick, real saditty bitch
Type of ho will swallow me until she finish it
Yeah, you cute, but that ain't enough, I need a thicker bitch
He wasn't cuttin' it, that lil' baby need some bigger dick
That's a thirty, this a fifty, this a bigger stick
Popped a Perky, now a nigga feelin' sick as shit
Just made the flip and shit, my niggas gettin' rich as shit
She actin' innocent, but she ain't really innocent

I just caught another bag, made five in a hour
Niggas love gettin' bags (Bitch), I make five in the shower
In the mall poppin' tags, spending bags by the thousand
Who them niggas gettin' that
Bitch, don't ask 'cause they around us
Kickin' doors and throwin' up pounds of steel
Walkin' with the choppas still
Got it on me walking out the pharm', I got a lot of pills
Got it on me walking out the bank, I got a lot of bills
Old hundreds, sippin' old red, show you how I feel
I don't trust 'em, that's a code red, show me how it sip (Nah)
Hundred bitches at the hotel, we got the lobby filled
I don't trust 'em, that's a code red, show me how it sip
Hundred bitches at the hotel, we got the lobby filled

Yeah, that kitty cat, give me that
I'm the type of nigga break your back then run it back
Pussy soakin' on my fuckin' lap, she love the dad
I'ma hit it, make him fuckin' mad, I make a mess
She a muhfuckin' get it girl, so get it, girl
I'm that nigga, that nigga, nigga, that hit it, girl