Run it! (feat. WokeNesto)
Bonjour, bonjour, I'm Sean P.I.E.L (yuh)
And I am Somi (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuhh)
Trying to make some money
Wokenesto in this bitch
Yuh yuh
My bitch ain't wanna be with me no more
She said she need a break
Fuck, fuck, yuh
But I ain't really gave a fuck
I told the bitch to keep the brakes
Fuck you
Cause money make you bigger than a bitch
And I ain't need a drag no more
No more! (Fuck no)
She gon' buss it down
On the floor
We ain't broke, but we want more
(Yuh-yuh...)
I need that money, that money, that honey
So young that I needed her tummy
Yuh
Ten racks, fifty racks, run it, bitch (yuh)
Eighty racks, hundred racks, run it, bitch
Oh woah she buss it down on the floor
We ain't broke, but we want more
She buss it down; a check
She chased me, goose-y neck
She gave me boobie breast
Starz, we made a movie next
you a goofy blend
I got bitches on my ride
I got bitches on my side
I got money on my mind
Omarick on my jeans
She got bleach on her cheeks
I want Gucci on my feet
I'm on Gucci on my feed!
When I fuck her that's only time I give a fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck
Huh? Are you tummy tucked?
Yuh
The only thing we have in common
Is we tryna make some money
A lot of honey, bless her kitty, hella yummy
And she's thirty like the bunny
Make my day hella sunny (Woke!)
I'm tryna be anything
But a fuckin' bummy
With no money
Yuh yuh
When I fuck her, that's the only time
I give a fuck
'Cause Ha
Don't give a fuck
Are you tummy tucked?
Ten racks, fifty racks, run it, bitch (yuh)
Eighty racks, hundred racks, run it, bitch
And I am Somi (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuhh)
Trying to make some money
Wokenesto in this bitch
Yuh yuh
My bitch ain't wanna be with me no more
She said she need a break
Fuck, fuck, yuh
But I ain't really gave a fuck
I told the bitch to keep the brakes
Fuck you
Cause money make you bigger than a bitch
And I ain't need a drag no more
No more! (Fuck no)
She gon' buss it down
On the floor
We ain't broke, but we want more
(Yuh-yuh...)
I need that money, that money, that honey
So young that I needed her tummy
Yuh
Ten racks, fifty racks, run it, bitch (yuh)
Eighty racks, hundred racks, run it, bitch
Oh woah she buss it down on the floor
We ain't broke, but we want more
She buss it down; a check
She chased me, goose-y neck
She gave me boobie breast
Starz, we made a movie next
you a goofy blend
I got bitches on my ride
I got bitches on my side
I got money on my mind
Omarick on my jeans
She got bleach on her cheeks
I want Gucci on my feet
I'm on Gucci on my feed!
When I fuck her that's only time I give a fuck
'Cause I don't give a fuck
Huh? Are you tummy tucked?
Yuh
The only thing we have in common
Is we tryna make some money
A lot of honey, bless her kitty, hella yummy
And she's thirty like the bunny
Make my day hella sunny (Woke!)
I'm tryna be anything
But a fuckin' bummy
With no money
Yuh yuh
When I fuck her, that's the only time
I give a fuck
'Cause Ha
Don't give a fuck
Are you tummy tucked?
Ten racks, fifty racks, run it, bitch (yuh)
Eighty racks, hundred racks, run it, bitch
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Writer(s): Miguel Duarte
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