Runnin' up my money (i be Runnin' home)
Running up my money I be running home
(Bezel my bezel my bezel my bezel my bezel)
Running up my money I be running home
(Bezel my bezel my bezel my bezel my bezel)
Running up my money I be running home
(Wrist on my wrist on my wrist)
Ay
(Bezel my bezel my bezel my bezel my bezel)
Running up my money I be running home
Feeling chilly hit the Vinny I'ma cop a Nautica
Sucka step up in my shit us Balenciaga stompin' him
Diamonds swim like otters, but he got some water wit it
Ashin' all the gas up in my classic caddy
Passing all these bitches tipping all they fuckin' glasses at me
Dabbin' in the stump and I'm camping in the dump
And your bitch I'm trying to hump, yeah saw me get lumped
Diamonds wet like otters, take up so much weight in the Acura ain't got no water
I got like 10 inches and some sausage for your daughter (Daughter)
For your daughter, for her wet pussy out
I might just dress up like mister
I might just mess with your sister if she want the thrash and dismiss her
She suck on my dick like a swisher
And she don't fucking stop tell the fuckin' tip of it blister, a-yeah
I'ma make a whole fuckin platter, imma make a whole fuckin' feast
I'ma make a pound of bacon
I'ma make a clubhouse sandwich for you mama
No tomatoes
No tomatoes on my sandwich
No tomatoes
Counting all my money I'll be rolling home
Counting all my money I'll be rolling home
Counting all my money I'll be rolling home
Catch me on the floor I'll be rolling home
Catch me out my mind that's my Thunderdome
(Bezel my bezel my bezel my bezel my bezel)
Running up my money I be running home
(Bezel my bezel my bezel my bezel my bezel)
Running up my money I be running home
(Wrist on my wrist on my wrist)
Ay
(Bezel my bezel my bezel my bezel my bezel)
Running up my money I be running home
Feeling chilly hit the Vinny I'ma cop a Nautica
Sucka step up in my shit us Balenciaga stompin' him
Diamonds swim like otters, but he got some water wit it
Ashin' all the gas up in my classic caddy
Passing all these bitches tipping all they fuckin' glasses at me
Dabbin' in the stump and I'm camping in the dump
And your bitch I'm trying to hump, yeah saw me get lumped
Diamonds wet like otters, take up so much weight in the Acura ain't got no water
I got like 10 inches and some sausage for your daughter (Daughter)
For your daughter, for her wet pussy out
I might just dress up like mister
I might just mess with your sister if she want the thrash and dismiss her
She suck on my dick like a swisher
And she don't fucking stop tell the fuckin' tip of it blister, a-yeah
I'ma make a whole fuckin platter, imma make a whole fuckin' feast
I'ma make a pound of bacon
I'ma make a clubhouse sandwich for you mama
No tomatoes
No tomatoes on my sandwich
No tomatoes
Counting all my money I'll be rolling home
Counting all my money I'll be rolling home
Counting all my money I'll be rolling home
Catch me on the floor I'll be rolling home
Catch me out my mind that's my Thunderdome
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Writer(s): Quin Schmuck
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