Run a Train
Don't take it personal
Boy it's business
I be with some bad bitches
We be getting it
Don't think imma let you fuck
Cause I gave you my digits
I just want the card
That ain't got no limit
Slob on my cat
Yea I know it's fat
Sit it on his face
Cause the dick wack
Took him from a bitch
Now that hoe mad
Spent up all the cash
And sent his ass back
Ain't no love jack
Hoe he gone
Hoe he gone
You a damn fool
Think you training me
I'm training you
Run them pockets
Call my girls up
Share you with the crew
You gone pay me nigga
Hell naw ian paying you
Come to ya crib
Get it how I live
Ian staying boo
Ain't nothing funny
Run me my money
Ian playing fool
I'm paying homage
This how I'm coming
I'm just staying true
To my roots
This just what I do
Pull up in a coop
Something new
Bitch want beef
I swear to got I give her stew
Hoe he gone
Hoe he gone
He be in his feelings
But I be in my bag
Get the Prada
Get the Luis
Get that cash
Off his ass
He can't really wait
To put this pussy in his mouth
Show me that you really want it
Empty out yo bank account
I need my coins
Cash digits
Yo current hoe
Ain't fuckin wit me
And you know that shit
My wrist cost 20 thousand
I'm a goat and shit
Got yo main bitch wit me
And you know that shit
Boy it's business
I be with some bad bitches
We be getting it
Don't think imma let you fuck
Cause I gave you my digits
I just want the card
That ain't got no limit
Slob on my cat
Yea I know it's fat
Sit it on his face
Cause the dick wack
Took him from a bitch
Now that hoe mad
Spent up all the cash
And sent his ass back
Ain't no love jack
Hoe he gone
Hoe he gone
You a damn fool
Think you training me
I'm training you
Run them pockets
Call my girls up
Share you with the crew
You gone pay me nigga
Hell naw ian paying you
Come to ya crib
Get it how I live
Ian staying boo
Ain't nothing funny
Run me my money
Ian playing fool
I'm paying homage
This how I'm coming
I'm just staying true
To my roots
This just what I do
Pull up in a coop
Something new
Bitch want beef
I swear to got I give her stew
Hoe he gone
Hoe he gone
He be in his feelings
But I be in my bag
Get the Prada
Get the Luis
Get that cash
Off his ass
He can't really wait
To put this pussy in his mouth
Show me that you really want it
Empty out yo bank account
I need my coins
Cash digits
Yo current hoe
Ain't fuckin wit me
And you know that shit
My wrist cost 20 thousand
I'm a goat and shit
Got yo main bitch wit me
And you know that shit
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Writer(s): Brandon Williams
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