Running

Tell me babe, where do these heads turn
Say it, tell me if you wanna go around town
It's not a little if, and, and
This place keeps killing our community

That's a girl, she tell you that she love you when I'm not around
I am not a bartender, yeah, but I serve around
I am not a Russian, but you know I keep my K around
Never been to London, but you know I keep on counting pounds

Keep money in your town, you better hide your girl
Last time I was doubting, now you know he insecure
Mackie living with his thinning clip, I put him on a shirt
He a man acting like a woman, call him Tyler Peart

I'ma switch the subject, money ain't the topic in the discussion
Like I said before, I keep a K like a Russian
Pull it to his stomach, boy he think he gangsta for the bottom
Now he running, running, running, running

Running, running, running, running
Bring it back to basics, girl I am impatient
I've been money making, run up on me, choppers on me
I'ma get to spraying, do what I want

You do what you can, yeah, I'ma do my best, yeah
Diamonds on my neck, you know my diamonds VVS, yeah
Pull up on him with a Mackie like Vanilla 10, yeah
Me and shawty going out, but no ain't talking dates

Jaco's on me, yeah, you know I love to carry his dreams
I've been on the money running, I ain't talking chains
She said that she love me, but my heart she wanna break
I've been getting money for so long, like what is broke

LOL to you, you ain't nothing but a joke
Thanks for watching



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Writer(s): Gustavo Montiel
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