Running 2 the Money

I'm running to the money, this like my fourth lap
Don't fuck with me I'll send them hitters like it's Door Dash
She gone fuck with me once I buy her that Dior bag
I been living good off the money I need more cash
They be ducking when we pop out
Space Bentley coupe with the stars I can't just hop out
I got everybody counting on me I can't stop now
Ran it up two times, like Barack now

I just jumped off the porch like Jeff Hardy
Feel like Babyface every day a paperwork party
Having visions 'bout the money smoking eighths in my Cartiers
They been talking down on my name look at what u starting
Like I been getting bands
I been running up demand
Birkin bag could have your bitch on her knees at my command, I'm just saying like
Mike Amiri jeans just to show I got more money than 'em
Had to cut the grass just to show that I ain't fucking w 'em
Shooters on my payroll if you play then I'm gone have to send em
If I catch 'em lacking on they block I'm gone have to bend it

It's okay though, making little shapes out my racks call it play doh
Brought a bad bitch to my crib I told her you can't stay hoe
My homie asked me why I'm sipping grape flavored Faygo

That's just mud up in my
We sipping hella dirty it get muddy where we from
They think once you start to win then you gone have to give them some
If the money at the finish line that's where I'm finna run

I'm running to the money, this like my fourth lap
Don't fuck with me I'll send them hitters like it's Door Dash
She gone fuck with me once I buy her that Dior bag
I been living good off the money I need more cash
They be ducking when we pop out
Space Bentley coupe with the stars I can't just hop out
I got everybody counting on me I can't stop now
Ran it up two times, like Barack now