Run Out
New designer threads, smoking on asparagus soon as I jump up out the bed
I'm counting dead faces might blow it on a fit
Foreign hoe on me she making salmon and shrimp, you know what it is,
That's how it go down, smoking out the pound, I swear we got enough to go 'round,
Like a fucking merry-go-round, nah I ain't worried bout em,
I swear I got all this paper on me now, won't never run out, foreign hoe, told her stick her tongue out
Don't get me started smoking gelato like a ice cream parlor
I need my money longer that shit make me go way harder
New coupe with the backup camera they don't understand it
I wake up and get higher than ever, swear I ain't never landing
Young Tenfeux in the cut, smoking on wedding cake
I swear I love my bankroll I need a wedding ring
I told em check my resume
Told em let me get right, smoking gelato, I'm bout to take flight
Foot soldiers on me now, don't ask me the price
Put it on my life, counting up blues gettin high as a kite
All this money gotta count it twice cause I'm just making sure it's precise
And I'm rocking Number (N)ine just like some Levi's
I'm blowing smoke just like a chimney,
If it ain't bout a check, don't even hit my line cause I ain't friendly
I'm smoking gelato, hop in a fishbowl with a spoiler
If it ain't bout a check I gotta avoid it
Yeah you know I need some paper like a envelope,
Wake up in the morning, foreign hoe chewing me up just like some Orbit, my pockets on Norbit
New designer threads, smoking on asparagus soon as I jump up out the bed
I'm counting dead faces might blow it on a fit
Foreign hoe on me she making salmon and shrimp, you know what it is,
That's how it go down, smoking out the pound, I swear we got enough to go 'round,
Like a fucking merry-go-round, nah I ain't worried bout em,
I swear I got all this paper on me now, won't never run out, foreign hoe, told her stick her tongue out
Know lil bruh grew up in church the way he clapping
They pulled his ass for questioning he asking like, what happened
If that pape good we clap him
If that ass fat I slap it
Ask ya bitch about me bitch I probably been had it
I keep running up this pay had to check the mathematics
You ain't got no clean slate for the debt pass off ya ratchet
Your bitch ain't coming home tonight seen you text her like what happened
She gone let me all up in her neck I might just snap it
I'm getting legal money tryna stretch it like elastic
If I find a lick then I assist bet not be lacking
Marni flowers on my jacket you ain't got this
Tired of popping my shit bitch I'm the one you know who I is
I come in all black kicks to match spy vs spy shit
I ain't no superhero we can't start no damn alliance
You said you having racks you lying Why you never buy shit
Put up in the house you can't do nothing your pockets crying
New designer threads, smoking on asparagus soon as I jump up out the bed
I'm counting dead faces might blow it on a fit
Foreign hoe on me she making salmon and shrimp, you know what it is,
That's how it go down, smoking out the pound, I swear we got enough to go 'round,
Like a fucking merry-go-round, nah I ain't worried bout em,
I swear I got all this paper on me now, won't never run out, foreign hoe, told her stick her tongue out
I'm counting dead faces might blow it on a fit
Foreign hoe on me she making salmon and shrimp, you know what it is,
That's how it go down, smoking out the pound, I swear we got enough to go 'round,
Like a fucking merry-go-round, nah I ain't worried bout em,
I swear I got all this paper on me now, won't never run out, foreign hoe, told her stick her tongue out
Don't get me started smoking gelato like a ice cream parlor
I need my money longer that shit make me go way harder
New coupe with the backup camera they don't understand it
I wake up and get higher than ever, swear I ain't never landing
Young Tenfeux in the cut, smoking on wedding cake
I swear I love my bankroll I need a wedding ring
I told em check my resume
Told em let me get right, smoking gelato, I'm bout to take flight
Foot soldiers on me now, don't ask me the price
Put it on my life, counting up blues gettin high as a kite
All this money gotta count it twice cause I'm just making sure it's precise
And I'm rocking Number (N)ine just like some Levi's
I'm blowing smoke just like a chimney,
If it ain't bout a check, don't even hit my line cause I ain't friendly
I'm smoking gelato, hop in a fishbowl with a spoiler
If it ain't bout a check I gotta avoid it
Yeah you know I need some paper like a envelope,
Wake up in the morning, foreign hoe chewing me up just like some Orbit, my pockets on Norbit
New designer threads, smoking on asparagus soon as I jump up out the bed
I'm counting dead faces might blow it on a fit
Foreign hoe on me she making salmon and shrimp, you know what it is,
That's how it go down, smoking out the pound, I swear we got enough to go 'round,
Like a fucking merry-go-round, nah I ain't worried bout em,
I swear I got all this paper on me now, won't never run out, foreign hoe, told her stick her tongue out
Know lil bruh grew up in church the way he clapping
They pulled his ass for questioning he asking like, what happened
If that pape good we clap him
If that ass fat I slap it
Ask ya bitch about me bitch I probably been had it
I keep running up this pay had to check the mathematics
You ain't got no clean slate for the debt pass off ya ratchet
Your bitch ain't coming home tonight seen you text her like what happened
She gone let me all up in her neck I might just snap it
I'm getting legal money tryna stretch it like elastic
If I find a lick then I assist bet not be lacking
Marni flowers on my jacket you ain't got this
Tired of popping my shit bitch I'm the one you know who I is
I come in all black kicks to match spy vs spy shit
I ain't no superhero we can't start no damn alliance
You said you having racks you lying Why you never buy shit
Put up in the house you can't do nothing your pockets crying
New designer threads, smoking on asparagus soon as I jump up out the bed
I'm counting dead faces might blow it on a fit
Foreign hoe on me she making salmon and shrimp, you know what it is,
That's how it go down, smoking out the pound, I swear we got enough to go 'round,
Like a fucking merry-go-round, nah I ain't worried bout em,
I swear I got all this paper on me now, won't never run out, foreign hoe, told her stick her tongue out
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Writer(s): Jacquez Gantt
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