Runnit
Uh
In his mouth like a topic
If he throw it ima top it
All these other bitches top em
I'm the real dondada
Say baby why you doing this
Eat it and he chewing this
He put me on the grocery list
Like Damn
And if he payin then I'm playing
I don't miss him ever
He say goddamn make it clap then
Say won't you throw another stack, run it back then
I need a ballin ass nigga, all black Benz
My homie say she need scammer, where yo rich friend
Say she gone run it up
She gone run it up
She gone run it up
She gone run it
Get The Bag
Goddamn make it clap then
Say won't you throw another stack, run it back then
I got .45 in the bag, I don't play about it
He got a pretty little gangster, he don't play about me
He say I move it better, boy where yo racks at
Say won't you throw a stack at it, with yo black ass
When I throw this motherfucker, ima hold my tiddies
When I throw this motherfucker, he gone throw them fifties
Uh
Kitty fire and he top me sloppy
Better go find you something safe before you lose yo profits
Like Damn
And if he payin then I'm playin
I don't miss him ever
He say goddamn make it clap then
Say won't you throw another stack, run it back then
I need a ballin ass nigga, all black Benz
My homie say she need scammer, where yo rich friend
Say she gone run it up
She gone run it up
She gone run it up
She gone run it
Get The Bag
Goddamn make it clap then
Say won't you throw another stack, run it back then
In his mouth like a topic
If he throw it ima top it
All these other bitches top em
I'm the real dondada
Say baby why you doing this
Eat it and he chewing this
He put me on the grocery list
Like Damn
And if he payin then I'm playing
I don't miss him ever
He say goddamn make it clap then
Say won't you throw another stack, run it back then
I need a ballin ass nigga, all black Benz
My homie say she need scammer, where yo rich friend
Say she gone run it up
She gone run it up
She gone run it up
She gone run it
Get The Bag
Goddamn make it clap then
Say won't you throw another stack, run it back then
I got .45 in the bag, I don't play about it
He got a pretty little gangster, he don't play about me
He say I move it better, boy where yo racks at
Say won't you throw a stack at it, with yo black ass
When I throw this motherfucker, ima hold my tiddies
When I throw this motherfucker, he gone throw them fifties
Uh
Kitty fire and he top me sloppy
Better go find you something safe before you lose yo profits
Like Damn
And if he payin then I'm playin
I don't miss him ever
He say goddamn make it clap then
Say won't you throw another stack, run it back then
I need a ballin ass nigga, all black Benz
My homie say she need scammer, where yo rich friend
Say she gone run it up
She gone run it up
She gone run it up
She gone run it
Get The Bag
Goddamn make it clap then
Say won't you throw another stack, run it back then
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Writer(s): Joshua Johnson, Cheryl Doyle
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