Runnin
To the digits
My momma been tripping
Aint been home in a while
I gotta go get it
Cuz when you got them frowns
I gotta go fix it
Oh I can't sit around
I gotta make a living
Oh just call my line
Oh 1 thing i know
I gotta go get it
I'll go psycho
If i don't even live it
Gotta stay on the grind
Ou money stay on my mind
I need it to survive
Cuz who got me when I'm on a dime
I need it
Ive been running to the money
I damn near find it kind of funny
How these niggas think they could touch on my money
When ya weren't there for the days i was bummy
Ya were hating
When i said i was destined for greatness
Why do you think you need sum payments
Back up you need the code to the safe bitch
Mr krabs I need coins fa savings
Julius I've been cheap with the O's
They act like my friends so i don't keep them close
They see I'm the 1 so they doing the most
We love all the hate that you give on them post
So ya not at the table when we giving the Toast
Cuz i need me sum niggas that slide on a note uh
The close ones really be the foes
I play and act dumb and act like i don't know
Long nights where I've been feeling alone
Asking for someone to swing me a bone
That funny shit I just can't condone
They see me going up so they calling my phone
Decline where were you when i was all and the zone
I am not the bank so don't come for a loan
These niggas to triflin they got me to thrown
Soon you will catch me chillin in Cabo
With shades on like Johnny Bravo
Like hayden i need me a model
Before i hit the lotto
Ian talkin shit this aint no bravado
I need racks to fill up my cargos
After I hit the bank to Wells Fargo
1 thing i know
I need this money on cycle
Cuz I'm running
To the digits
My momma been tripping
Aint been home in a while
I gotta go get it
Cuz when you got them frowns
I gotta go fix it
Oh I can't sit around
I gotta make a living
Oh just call my line
Oh 1 thing i know
I gotta go get it
I'll go psycho
If i don't even live it
Gotta stay on the grind
Ou money stay on my mind
I need it to survive
Cuz who got me when I'm on a dime
I need it
I want drip for the fun
Picking fits once I see the sun
I don't feel like going to the club throwing one's
To these bitches you gas giving love to these bums
Oh I need all my dimes
I need to love on a wife
One girl that I can call mine
Oh lord what makes her fine
I think I need to give her a life
Like Bonnie and Clyde
Oh I need you by my side
When dividends come will you go in hide
I need time just to fix all these things up in my mind
Suicide giving love to a one that gave the guys
A punani to ride
Oh these things can not suffice
Oh I'm calling triple 9
Oh dear juice I need a wife
Cuz these nene's
Don't even want your boy
They don't even see me
They just really want the gold
Oh I want the VV's
On TV
Songs on repeat
I'm a big star you gotta listen
Driving foreign cars to the digits
Baby hop on this mission
Cuz we is not quitting
On the road to the riches
Oh girl I gotta live it
To the digits
My momma been tripping
Aint been home in a while
I gotta go get it
Cuz when you got them frowns
I gotta go fix it
Oh I can't sit around
I gotta make a living
Oh just call my line
Oh 1 thing i know
I gotta go get it
I'll go psycho
If i don't even live it
Gotta stay on the grind
Ou money stay on my mind
I need it to survive
Cuz who got me when I'm on a dime
I need it
Oh I've been running ou woah
My momma been tripping
Aint been home in a while
I gotta go get it
Cuz when you got them frowns
I gotta go fix it
Oh I can't sit around
I gotta make a living
Oh just call my line
Oh 1 thing i know
I gotta go get it
I'll go psycho
If i don't even live it
Gotta stay on the grind
Ou money stay on my mind
I need it to survive
Cuz who got me when I'm on a dime
I need it
Ive been running to the money
I damn near find it kind of funny
How these niggas think they could touch on my money
When ya weren't there for the days i was bummy
Ya were hating
When i said i was destined for greatness
Why do you think you need sum payments
Back up you need the code to the safe bitch
Mr krabs I need coins fa savings
Julius I've been cheap with the O's
They act like my friends so i don't keep them close
They see I'm the 1 so they doing the most
We love all the hate that you give on them post
So ya not at the table when we giving the Toast
Cuz i need me sum niggas that slide on a note uh
The close ones really be the foes
I play and act dumb and act like i don't know
Long nights where I've been feeling alone
Asking for someone to swing me a bone
That funny shit I just can't condone
They see me going up so they calling my phone
Decline where were you when i was all and the zone
I am not the bank so don't come for a loan
These niggas to triflin they got me to thrown
Soon you will catch me chillin in Cabo
With shades on like Johnny Bravo
Like hayden i need me a model
Before i hit the lotto
Ian talkin shit this aint no bravado
I need racks to fill up my cargos
After I hit the bank to Wells Fargo
1 thing i know
I need this money on cycle
Cuz I'm running
To the digits
My momma been tripping
Aint been home in a while
I gotta go get it
Cuz when you got them frowns
I gotta go fix it
Oh I can't sit around
I gotta make a living
Oh just call my line
Oh 1 thing i know
I gotta go get it
I'll go psycho
If i don't even live it
Gotta stay on the grind
Ou money stay on my mind
I need it to survive
Cuz who got me when I'm on a dime
I need it
I want drip for the fun
Picking fits once I see the sun
I don't feel like going to the club throwing one's
To these bitches you gas giving love to these bums
Oh I need all my dimes
I need to love on a wife
One girl that I can call mine
Oh lord what makes her fine
I think I need to give her a life
Like Bonnie and Clyde
Oh I need you by my side
When dividends come will you go in hide
I need time just to fix all these things up in my mind
Suicide giving love to a one that gave the guys
A punani to ride
Oh these things can not suffice
Oh I'm calling triple 9
Oh dear juice I need a wife
Cuz these nene's
Don't even want your boy
They don't even see me
They just really want the gold
Oh I want the VV's
On TV
Songs on repeat
I'm a big star you gotta listen
Driving foreign cars to the digits
Baby hop on this mission
Cuz we is not quitting
On the road to the riches
Oh girl I gotta live it
To the digits
My momma been tripping
Aint been home in a while
I gotta go get it
Cuz when you got them frowns
I gotta go fix it
Oh I can't sit around
I gotta make a living
Oh just call my line
Oh 1 thing i know
I gotta go get it
I'll go psycho
If i don't even live it
Gotta stay on the grind
Ou money stay on my mind
I need it to survive
Cuz who got me when I'm on a dime
I need it
Oh I've been running ou woah
Credits
Writer(s): Fritzsy Lauriston
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