Run!

How that boy gon' flex? He ain't got no racks
Heard his ass all smoke, he ain't got no pack
Why you tryna step to me? Don't know how to act
Keep two-three phones, can't blow my jack
Can't change my speed, in the lane to the left
Tryna rap like me, but his ass sound deaf
Lil boy you not gang, fuck around and get left
Catch me hanging out the window,
I be banging on my chest like

Run to the money I ain't never look back (Run to the, Run to the)
Run to the money I ain't never look back (Run to the, Run to the)
Run to the money I ain't never look back (Run to the, Run to the)
Run to the money I, Run to the money I- (Run to the, Run to the)
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Run to the money I ain't never look back (Run to the, Run to the)
Run to the money I, Run to the money I- (Run to the, Run to the)

Just living my life and makin' new enemies
I am the one they pretend to be
Just found me a nemesis, move from the premises
I do not fuck with they energy
They still wanna be me,
Plottin and watching my moves she got me on TV
She call me on FaceTime, tell me to make time
Told me she still wanna see me
Number (N)ine and Rick
I mixed that shit, it came from overseas
But you ain't on that shit, you beg and cry
And be like "notice me"
Man I ain't come here for no conversation
Spend it, ain't no conservation
His chain, it got oxidation
Don't got time for constant waitin'
Above all these niggas cuz they is so typical
Hop out the big body and feel so invisible
Said he was runnin', we call him elliptical
I'm fucking this one bitch and she wanna marry me
Butterfly tat?, yeah she need some therapy
Said I got hoes, it sound like she daring me
She searchin' and searchin'
Nobody comparing
(Wavey he the best like)

How that boy gon' flex? He ain't got no racks
Heard his ass all smoke, he ain't got no pack
Why you tryna step to me? Don't know how to act
Keep two-three phones, can't blow my jack
Can't change my speed, in the lane to the left
Tryna rap like me, but his ass sound deaf
Lil boy you not gang, fuck around and get left
Catch me hanging out the window,
I be banging on my chest like

Run to the money I ain't never look back (Run to the, Run to the)
Run to the money I ain't never look back (Run to the, Run to the)
Run to the money I ain't never look back (Run to the, Run to the)
Run to the money I, Run to the money I- (Run to the, Run to the)
Run to the money I ain't never look back (Run to the, Run to the)
Run to the money I ain't never look back (Run to the, Run to the)
Run to the money I ain't never look back (Run to the, Run to the)
Run to the money, I Run to the money I- (Run to the, Run to the)

Cashin out I'm in the store, don't care bout what the price is
If she actin' up she getting cut no indecicives
I don't give a fuck, ain't shit fair nigga
If it ain't bout money, I ain't there nigga
We be living on the edge, you a square nigga
Bagged a bad bitch, got her off a dare nigga
She gon' come to the crib and put it all on me
I be feelin' like autumn when they fall for me
Weight it out, count it up, and give it all to me
That's yo' bitch now?, Oh! She was all on me
Like oh there hello, get out my way
No time for nonsense, I getting paid
I read the comments, I love the hate
These niggas my sons, it's no debate

Run to the money I ain't never look back (Run to the money)
Run to the money I ain't never look back (Run to the money)
Run to the money I ain't never look back (Run to the money)
Run to the money I ain't never look back (Run to the money)
Run to the money I ain't never look back (Run to the money)
Run to the money I ain't never look back (Run to the money)
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Run to the money, I Run to the money, I- (Run to the money)



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Writer(s): Marley Sturdivant
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