Run (feat. Spikes, Nedjoh, Bra Kojo, DC Truth & Kwelit) [Remix]

Young Black Boy
Yeah
Spikes

We dey run for the dough my guy
We don't see popo my guy
I dey trap for the dough my guy
See what I want and then I buy
We dey run for the dough my guy
We don't see popo my guy
I dey trap for the dough my guy
See what I want and then I buy

We dey run for the dough my guy
We dey grind for the dough my guy
We dey run for the dough my guy
If Eno be money we say bye bye
We dey run for the dough my guy
We dey grind for the dough my guy
We dey run for the dough my guy
If Eno be money we say bye bye

We dey run for the dough my guy
But If you ain't ready then please standby
Get on the side and cry and watch as we fly
We heading up straight to the sky
Swear on my life you don't know the pain
You do not know what I would do to get to my aim
These niggas they think it's a game
The way i dey spit they probably think I'm insane

If ino be dough don't text me
My guy don't vex me
Ns3m fu saaa
I dey think bout my next move
Party not my line nti gyae saaa wo, 'let's booze'
Cut all the ties wey dey stress masa piss off
Get all my goals in check then I take off
Show respect to the big boss
Young G turn to a beast when the beat on

Kasa na dorso mia pause
Gotta get a milli for ma city
Aye hu me wo gyidi very soon everything go source
Started from the bottom now we chilling we fit tell you what the deal is
We be killers to the Clan that's all
Wo nni sika they no go pet you masa dawg
Man no be water man no fit stay poor
Sika sem aa come closer
Bra Kojo me gyi me paper
Borga no long talks

More like a Pornstar
Go hard on my grind bro and come for the paper
Repeat the grind like a dope music
Bro ain't got time for no hater
Menya kakra na me'di bi ahw3 fie chale that bi all my prayer
Go down on my knees and pray like a French and make sure the road is safer

Going for the home run
Niggas out here saying "kwe no fun"
How I'm Supposed to be fun when i got money on my mind?
Will you bitches quit blowing my line
Hella struggle, but won't trade of my life
Roadman, got a pen and a knife
Running with K i aint wasting no time
Kwe with the fire aswear i won't lie

Tripping on the loud
Amnesia but I'm making this sound
We dey FA for the dough my guy
You niggas no go fit dey chat on this side
Fa
Trap for the dough my guy
The homies know shit I dey do for the grind
The bitches know shit them go do for a ride
With Kid I be kicking their shit to the side

We dey run for the dough my guy
We don't see popo my guy
I dey trap for the dough my guy
See what I want and then I buy
We dey run for the dough my guy
We don't see popo my guy
I dey trap for the dough my guy
See what I want and then I buy

We dey run for the dough my guy
We dey grind for the dough my guy
We dey run for the dough my guy
If Eno be money we say bye bye
We dey run for the dough my guy
We dey grind for the dough my guy
We dey run for the dough my guy
If Eno be money we say bye bye

Bye Bye
Bye Bye
Bye Bye
Bye Bye
Bye Bye
Bye Bye
Bye Bye
Bye Bye
Bye Bye
Bye Bye
Bye Bye
Bye Bye, Bye Bye, Bye Bye, Bye Bye, Bye Bye
(Yo Bxndit)